Does it ever make you wonder how a person bundles up his/her emotions within himself/herself without saying anything, and at last bound to be heartbroken?
Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Jeon Enterprises, is invited by his father to a dinner night, which was...
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ “I miss you everyday, but today it feels like everything I do is just here to remind me I'm living without you” »»——⍟——««
POV :Jungkook
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It's already evening and I am ready to leave for home. I live in seoul, while my parents still live in our hometown, Busan. I can back from the states two years ago, after completing my MBA there. I worked under my father's guidance for one year and one year ago, I took over the position of CEO.
I walked towards the elevator while taking a look on the current market situations on my phone. I am quite tensed because of the new product that I want to launch.
I got out of the building and walked towards my car. I quickly open the door of my Rolls-Royce and slipped into the driver's seat. I started the engine and drove towards my home.
I reached my house and unlocked it with the key. I got in, closed the door behind me.
Silence.
Of course, I don't like to have servants at my house. I am working at the company the whole day so what's the need?
I only have one servant which my mother forced me to hire to clean the house and for the petty works. Her name is Ahn Minji, a lady in her early forties. My mother trusted her a lot and she sent her here. She do the cleaning, and make me breakfast and dinner, and she leaves after that. She is a kind lady.
I walk towards the kitchen and saw my dinner there. Hot and sizzling. Maybe she left just a few minutes before I came. I sat down at my table and put the food on my Plate and eventually, in my mouth. Delicious.
After eating my food, I walked over to the sink and started washing the dishes. Mrs. Ahn always insists that she will wash my utensils in the morning, but I don't like it when someone else wash my dishes. I mean how people are even okay with washing someone else utensils. Gross.
When I was done with the dishes, I put the leftover food in the refrigerator, picked up my phone and went straight to my bedroom.
I kept the watch on my dressing table, loosened my tie and removed the coat. I unbuttoned my shirt and stared at my reflection in the mirror. 'A tired man.'
