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The pattering sound of falling rain water on the black windshield of the car could be heard inside the moving car, as the led drove the car through the wet roads, subsiding the fear of crashing anyone with his speed as it's almost abandoned with-out any single sign of human forms.
Wanting to feel some peace through the natural wind rather than a human made air conditioning machine, he slid open the windshield with the button on the steering wheel. Leaning his elbow against the open window and steering the wheel with just one hand, he drove through the curvy road observing the rigid pavement with himself , and finally reached the private area, the lane and there stood the eye-catching huge structure of his parents' mansion.
They have called him to have dinner after a long time as he was out of the country for more than six months in order to solve the problems of his company outside korea. Apart from Korea, he always goes around the places where he has built his estates with his own struggles, sweat and hard work and reached the place where he is today . Nothing comes while sleeping, you have to invest your everything that's when you get the desirable outcome you always wanted.
Parking his car outside the big door, he stepped out, before closing it and throwing the car keys to the parking valet " I want any single scratch on it... understood? " He asked, making the man before him shiver, knowing how much of a strict person when it come to him cars, he would never like to get in his Blacklist, as he nodded before bowing and watch him stroad forward, heaving out a sigh of relief washing through his oh so tensed body, before putting his hand on his chest while uttering " ohh man is so scary " as he walk further doing his job he was hired for.
" Welcome back kookie " , the first thing he was to witness after the door opened wide, was his mother making her way to him and hugging him, draining all his stress, tiredness out of his body. The one person he was ever afraid to lose , who is no doubt his mother. Apart from her, he would never be afraid of losing.
" I missed you mom, how are you? " he asked, before pulling out of the hug, looking down at his mother without any explainable expression, as his face remained still and hard. But still, his mother smiled, knowing how much he loved and cared for her, but unable to show it on his face, indeed she knows, her son was always hard to read.
" I'm fine Jungkookie, come inside, let's talk later " he asked before pulling him inside before the maid closed the door shut behind them. " Look, whom we got here " he stopped, after listening to the voice full of sarcasm, as his fist tightened making the knuckle pale white, his nails digging inside his palm, almost making it bleed out of force . He turn his face towards the said man, whom he never despised, still never liked him heartily , for his unsupportive and mocking nature.
" Hanbin..." His mother interrupted " not now please. Let's have dinner guys " she finished in her pleasant voice towards his father. " Tsh..... he's always so cowardly to give you the shield whenever I start any further conversation suha " he uttered.
As Jungkook closed his eyes in an attempt to force himself to do something disrespectful he didn't want to. " Hanbin.. I said stop and I mean it " this time the tone of his mother was rather stern than before. And it worked like a miracle , his father got up and the sofa was laid in the middle of the living room, before walking towards the dining area.
When he was out of the sight of the mother-son duo, his mother held his hand, giving it a reassuring squish. " You know how he is. Keep calm through the dinner. You are with us after a long time and I don't want this moment to get spoiled because of him...hm "and he nodded to his mom.
When they reached there, the dishes had already been served by the kitchen staff in a presentable way on the newly polished and crafted wooden surface of the dining table.
His mother made him take a seat near her, as she had already seated right to her husband, who was on the main chair. And eventually they start eating while the surroundings remain silent. It was always like this, the dinner with his parents , especially to be specific in the presence of his father, is always deadly and dry.
" I heard you sorted out the problem with ravon's " he suddenly asked , making Jungkook look up at him rather than his dinner plate. He nodded and continued his actions making the elder irritated with the lack of response from him than what he really wanted.
" And you did not even care to ask me to break the contract with him in a snap of your finger. Do you know how MUCH profit we were getting with this partnership " he spat the anger through his words, as Jungkook halts clenching the grip around the spoon.
" Wow! And you're now not even going to answer your father you brat " as he stopped in the middle when Jungkook eyed him like he could kill him with a flash of blink, making his mouth shut.
" I would corrupt any of my companies by doing a partnership with the companies, which was built after killing hundreds of their workers and not even regretting it. I know I didn't do anything wrong myself, and I'm twenty eight , not a sixteen year's age teenage boy whom you are bound to make understand everything, by hook...or by CROOK. "He finishes as the room once again falls into the pit of silence creeping slowly.
His father scoffs, before a viscous smirk slowly creeps onto his wrinkled yet cold face. Like father, like son. It's always so difficult for his mother to handle the situation, when they both are in a single room. " Leave everything...." The older utter as he finishes his food, wiping his mouth with the white tissue.
" You're getting married " as soon as he finishes, Jungkook jumps up and stands straight, still looking down the table in a dilemma, as if he wanted to make the words come out of his father's imagination. But it wasn't, and he realised it, he slapped the table in anger, while through-out now finished plate down the floor, making it break to the ashes point while everyone in the room shudder, knowing what happens when the oldest and youngest of the house start this type of conversation, as their decided to take a step backwards.
His mother sat there silent, in the contemplation of whether to step in the serious argument or not, but he would not like to sit silent and let them fight. Can she? " Hanbin..not now. We have decided to talk later, " his mother interrupted. " stop it suha, stop safe guarding him like he is a sixteen year old guy " he mocked, and it was the last straw of Jungkook's patience.
" I'm not here to listen to your useless rubbish. Thanks for the dinner. I'm leaving. " He uttered before grabbing his coat from the arm of the chair and pacing out of the dining area, but halted " and I'm not getting married anytime soon. Stop fucking controlling me " he utter turning his head and looking at his father who was looked way more unfazed and it was to be worried about.
" Then watch me take all shares out of your name and donate it to some other companies if you proceed to walk further away! "
