"W-what the hell a-are you even wearing?" He looks away swiftly, bringing his hand up to his mouth.
You look down to yourself, your white top which has got all transparent and the fact that you are not even wearing your pants. You let out a gasp br...
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The weather is annoyingly hot outside, making it harder to concentrate in the class..
or maybe its just because of Namjoon's text you got in the morning. Your mind keeps on pondering upon your father's intentions. It's been more than six months you haven't talked to him-hell! Not even seen him and now he wants to meet you? Out of nowhere?
It just doesn't sit right with you.
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You decide to put a causal knee length dress and put up your hair in low pony tail.
Namjoon's here to pick you, earlier than needed. like the punctual man he is.You get in the car, closing the door.
"Aren't you looking forward for this dinner?" Your brothers asks, starting the car.
"Are you for real?" You blink at him "I just can't stop thinking why he called me"
"You haven't been home for months, I think he just wanted to see you"
Home? You are not sure you can call it that. It's just a big empty bungalow, which feels suffocating to live even if all the windows are open "I am sure he finally had enough of me and is going to disown me now"
Namjoon breaks into a laugh m "you are too much. I am sure he just misses you"
You roll your eyes "you are just happy that you may get all the fortune in his will"
Namjoon laughs out loud again, his dimples showing. You can't help but a crack a smile.
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The old lady who works as your housekeeper smiles wide when you and Namjoon walk in the large hall. "Oh my, it's been so long since I have seen you" she beams. You give her a hug and she leans in to it. You can't help but smile at her gentleness. "I missed you Ajumma"
"I missed you too dear" her eyes crinkle.
"How have you been Seun-hee shi?" Namjoon asks bowing slightly.
"I am doing well. The house just feels so empty without you two"
"Namjoon" a voice call out.
You look at the direction, your father coming out of his study room. He is in his tailored suit, as always. You notice how your brother also is in his ironed shirt and trousers. Why are they in formals when it's just a dinner? You softly sigh. Like son like father.
