"So? How did the travel go? Stressful?" He comes up with a chit chat topic only to be truned down as jungkook simply decides that shruging could be the best reply with which he hopes his uncle would most probably settle down that he is tired and needs some bloody rest. And needs time from the betrayel his parents did on him. He tilts his head to the side, erasing his existence with the beauty of nature as he listen the elder sighing heavily at the fact that he can't get anything out of the younger.
Jungkook POV
Would I be lying to myself if I say I'm not well around him? I don't know. I took a deep breath remembering his hands going and touching the placing it never should but will I ever speak of it? No. It's because being from a rich family means you can't bring shame to your family name. So you bear until you are nothing but ashes. Or maybe it must just be that he was a teenager while he was a child and the natural adolescent curiosity rid him to do that. Or it can be that he is lying to himself, a possibility, maybe all this that's going inside him is nothing but his mere wishes to blame his nothingness into PTSD or something.
Author POV
"Baby, wakey wakey it's time to wake up." He rubs his eyes harshly never really thinking of when he fell asleep. He walks out the car door grabbing fee of his luggages helping his uncle into the building after some streches, purely human instincts as to relax oneself after the exhausting journey.
He enters the well mordern house going through the odd objects and paintings kept around. He doesn't question though he knows how weird his uncle can be.
"Aah- yes. Haha yeah we'll be having some real fun here which you'll be missing out on."
He doesn't plan on listening longer being the food geek he is. He turned to the kitchen to cook something for dinner as if he know something his uncle never cooks, rarely eats, always order or is junked with rameons. He have got all admirable cooking skills from his halmeoni. The foundness between them will render you speechless.
"Ooh what's that smell?? Damn is that bibimbab?!" Smiling he nods at his uncle who is inhaling the smell as if his favorite drug.
"We need to go shopping, now we can't survive with these, can we?" He points his fingers out at the nearly empty fridge.
He sees his uncle nodding like an excited baby as he returns to his work. Frying the omlette, cracking it open.
Arms circles around his waist, a hug from behind. He feels the other embrace him. Relaxing his head on his shoulders. Later tracing pecks on his collar. He is startled but doesn't move back. He expected all these one day or the other anyway, right? But he doesn't release the tension rised up his throat.
"You'll be such a good wife, you know?" Tae dreamingly expresses, his voice an octave deep.
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