"Good morning, everyone," Joon greeted as he sat at the breakfast table."Good morning. Why do you look so tired?" his mom inquired.
"Some late-night work. The movie is about to be released," Joon explained.
"You should take care of him, Hoseok. Oh, you don't know how to take care of your husband," the grandmother remarked, clearly not fond of Hoseok due to his artistic profession, despite accepting her grandson's artistic pursuits.
Hoseok looked down, and the tension lingered. Jimin sat beside Tae, feeling shy but stealing glances at his husband, who was a whole meal. Jin suddenly began to cough, and Tae offered him a glass of water, receiving a smile in return.
"Hyung is smiling a lot today," Joon observed.
"Hmm, I noticed that too. When I arrived, both husband and wife were staring at each other," Tae added.
"Best time for romance," Joon sighed.
"Really? I went to your room yesterday, and you were eating his lips," Tae teased.
"Not me. He demanded the kiss. I don't know what happened to that boy," Joon defended.
"I'm the only one here. Binna already left the country, and Jungkook will be ready to kill me," Tae pouted.
"What are you two whispering about?" Mrs. Kim asked her children.
"He wants to get married," Joon pointed at Tae.
"Go and talk with your boy and his family. We can arrange it soon," she suggested.
Jin and Joon suppressed their laughter as Tae glared at them. "I will talk with them, Mom," he said awkwardly. "Best time for a marriage proposal," Tae sighed.
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"You need to go to the office to apply for leave; I'll come with you," Eunwoo insisted.
"No, I'll go myself, but..." Jungkook hesitated.
"Don't let him touch you again, Jungkook, or are you too weak to stop him?" Eunwoo side-eyed him, referring to someone who seemed to be a threat.
Jungkook didn't reply. "Let me get ready. Mr. Choi wants to meet us. He sent a message - another enemy of Kim, a higher police officer too."
Jungkook walked to the washroom, taking a moment to examine his body. A newborn hickey on his neck from Taehyung's actions the day before. He decided to leave it visible. After putting on a t-shirt and pants, he walked outside.
"Apply some makeup or something," Eunwoo suggested irritably.
Jungkook chuckled bitterly. "This mark will protect me." He grabbed the car keys and left.
Eunwoo just stared at him, realizing he was right. Jungkook belonged to Kim; otherwise, he might have been killed by someone, maybe even by Eunwoo himself...
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Jungkook stopped his car in front of the office. As he walked into the building, his colleagues greeted him, and someone stared at his neck. Naeun teased him.
"Good morning, Mr. Jeon," Sofia wished him politely.
"Morning," he replied.
"So, are you starting work today?"
"Working?" Jungkook seemed puzzled.
"This is your room, beside Kim," Jungkook read the board. "Mr. Jeon Jungkook, CEO."
"What the hell?"
"Come inside," Sofia opened the door. Jungkook felt angry, but she held commanding power. He entered the room.
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Belongs to Kims
أدب الهواةThe eldest seeks perfection in all things, disdainful of imperfection. The middle one craves peace, detesting the clamor of louder souls. The youngest, a perilous spirit, wears arrogance like a cloak, harboring disdain for those less fortunate.