You're hungry.
It's hard not to be when the food on the table is delectable, the many mouthwatering smells wafting to your nose like when the neighbors had a barbecue and when they weren't looking, you leaned over your uncle's patio to watch the sizzle of the grill.
And... you're not the only one who's salivating glands are in overdrive.
Jimin and Jungkook are visibly swayed as well, standing meters away, facing in different directions and licking their lips discreetly while trying to maintain a professional demeanor.
The other bodyguards glance at the table occasionally too, trying their best to keep watch and not be distracted by the food. You're one of the better ones who can hide the desire of wanting to eat.
On the other hand, the only person in the room who doesn't seem hungry in the least bit is Taehyung.
"And what do you do?" The man across from his asks without particularly caring about the answer.
"Nothing much."
"He's going to school right now," his dad intercepts with a smooth grin.
"Oh, really now?" The woman he's unfamiliar with perks up and Taehyung doesn't understand why she would care or why she should even bother acting like she does.
He doesn't know her.
She doesn't know him.
The entire dinner was a stupid formality anyways, to smile at, to make good relations. But of all their skills that they've developed, none of them can be honest. "What do you major in?"
Taehyung swirls his carbonara pasta with a fork and his stepmother answers for him, lipstick-stained lips curling in one corner politely. "He majors in political science."
"Ooh... you're going to work for the government? Or are you thinking about politics like your father?"
"Hopefully neither."
There's an awkward silence.
Then Taehyung's father bursts out into laughter, easing the tension in the air. "My son's always been a jokester. He's still unsure what he wants to do, but whatever he does, he'll make his own path towards it. Every man should develop a career for himself."
"Very well said!" The other man chuckles.
Taehyung doesn't even know what any of that bullshit means and he pouts harder, not bothering to even touch his lobster clam chowder on the side.
Dinner continues like that. More small talk is made and when the two guests excuse themselves separately to the restroom, it's even more awkward.
The small family unit doesn't feel like a family whatsoever. It's obvious Taehyung doesn't want to be here. He doesn't speak to his step-mother, considering he doesn't like her and he doesn't talk to his own father just to annoy him and get on the older man's nerves.
You exchange glances with Jungkook. Usually standing by on the sidelines and keeping watch of the perimeter was boring, but Taehyung's defiance was more than refreshing.
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Fanfiction"I'm sorry." You shake your head. "Is there something I should know, Mr. Kim?" "Mr. Kim?" he murmurs in exasperation and steps forward again as if to corner you. Taehyung refuses to give up. He insists on jogging your memory again. "We used to dig h...
