3rd person POV:
Jungkook walked inside the mansion and looked around like it was the first time he had entered there even though he has been born and grown up in that mansion.
He has been brought up here.. still he hates this place.. he is 18 but he can't move out from here. This place is just too big for its own good.. this is a mansion.. almost like a castle.. away from any humanity..
Their mansion is right beside the sea.. it's calming definitely.. hearing the calming sounds of waves hitting the seashore from the window.. visit the beach anytime you want.. it's soothing to sing with his guitar randomly in the midnight doing stargazing.. but still it's lonely here. Only the sea is what he loves here.. nothing else.
What's the purpose of the mansion at such a beautiful place when only 2 people are gonna live in here.. out of which one isn't allowed to go outside other than the schedules and the other one is usually not home.. and when he is.. it's not pleasant.
For such a big house.. everything is so plain ..just crazy expensive things everywhere.. no homely feeling.. well it isnt even a home to him.. it's just a mansion. A house.. somewhere he lives .. along with his father .. that's it.
He limped inside to get to his room when he heard a voice that made him freeze right there and close his eyes for a second before turning towards where the voice came from.
"D-dad.." he trailed off looking down at his feet.. his guitar still on one of his shoulder and the bag in his hand.
"What did i say about the stuttering?" The man asked in a stern loud voice.. borderline yelling at him.
"Men shouldn't stutter." Jungkook answered with difficulty.. almost stuttering again nervously nibbling on the bottom lip as he looked down not meeting the man's eyes.
"That's right and you are still doing that again." The man spoke loudly again.. just to make his dominance in that household clear.
"Sorry sir." Jungkook apologised his breathing getting rash.
"We need to have a talk..come to my office right now." The man ordered walking away from there.
Jungkook looked at his disappearing back with wide .. almost scared eyes but he was too used to this.
This is never good.
He thought to himself before following where his father went ..putting the bag somewhere on a random couch.
He knocked on the door.. hearing an audible ,"come in" .. he entered inside the room welcomed by an almost dark atmosphere.
The whole room was made of rich wood , one whole side of the room was a shelf / library which was filled with books , lots of trophies , awards and medals in different things like business , academics , sports like soccer , hockey , horse racing , basketball or boxing , martial arts etc... and all of them were of the winner.. the first place.
A lot of magazines and newspaper prints were there with the face of his father as well.
On the other side there was a large window looking towards the sea but it was covered in thick dark curtains.. there was a large desk placed in the middle and on one side of it was a chair from which it was pretty clear it was the 'boss' chair and two similar but smaller than that chairs were placed.
Above the table was a large expensive chandelior which was shining.. and near the window.. there were 3 leather couches matching with the room's interior with a small table placed between them. The whole room just had an intimidating vibe to it.. which jungkook didn't really like.
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