FORSAKE | Kookjin

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Jungkook

"Jungkook, dear, go knock on your brother's door and let them know dinner is ready."

"Why do I have to do that? They'll come when they feel like it." Jungkook pockets his phone and walks over to give his mother a kiss on the cheek. She gives him a look, which he dutifully ignores. "I'm really exhausted, mom," he explains, taking a seat at the table. He was tired, having spent the last several months running around trying to get on par with what his father expected of him. It was stressful, no doubt, and maddening to be thrusted with the load of responsibilities just because he was the son—the son who needs to take over because the other one couldn't. Now, getting the responsibility of tending to his brother? Hell no!

"Jungkook."

He hums in question. "They are adults. They can get down when they want. Plus, they are probably jetlagged."

"Food is ready. They still have to eat with all of us. So, go on, bring them here. His mother tuts, going to the kitchen and returning with another platter. "What am I going to do with you, Jungkook-ah?" She gives a pointed glare, hands on her hips.

"I wonder the same," he responds, earning a smack on his head. "Fine, I will giv-" he is about to call his brother from his phone before hearing multiple footsteps down the stairs. "See, they are here." Thank god, he tells himself

He looks up, finding the Omega tailing after his brother, face bright and clean, hair slightly wet. Just like...his brother. If he hadn't known any better, he wouldn't have guessed that they took a shower together. But seeing the tinge of redness on Seokjin's cheeks and smelling his brother's scent all over the Omega proved otherwise. His mind went elsewhere, already imagining what could have happened, so letting out a cough, he pushes in the thoughts of the case he is currently working on.

His mother greets them, somewhat with subdued excitement, as far as he can tell. It was clear she was upset with his brother's choice of mate, not that he was going to tell Yoongi that. "Come sit. Everything is hot and ready. Seokjin dear, sit, sit," she gestures.

Jungkook watches the display from his chair, watches as Yoongi sits across from him and Seokjin beside him. His mother's eyes were wide as she smiled at the pair. Face filled with curiosity. She had questions. So many of them.

"Will Mr. Jeon-" Seokjin begins to say, before his brother interrupts him, understanding his line of questioning.

"Yeah, mom, where's dad?"

"You're dad's freshening up. He'll be here soon."

His brother takes a seat across from him, with Seokjin to his right. "Hey, Jungkook-ah."

"Hey, hyung," he responds back, playing slightly with his chopsticks as he leans back against his chair. He glances at Yoongi, then back at Seokjin, whose eyes were transfixed with their mother moving around the table, so he forges greeting the Omega.

"Can I help, Mrs. Jeon?" Seokjin asks with a smile.

"No, no, it's all ready. You stay seated, dear." His mother gives the omega a light smile and takes a seat across from Seokjin and beside him.

It's seconds later that their father arrives, folding his cuffs, clearing his throat, and Seokjin stands up at that. He gives a bow and greets.

"Hello. Seokjin, right? Sit, sit," the older man says, then glances beside him. "Yoongi," he says with a nod.

"Hey, dad."

"Yoongi, nice to see you. Nice to meet you, Seokjin," their father says. "Let's start."

They start eating, with everyone taking their portions of the food letting the awkward silence still over them all.