Forbidden Kisses on a Harley| JJK

14

jungkook's mom was busy preparing dinner when her husband walked in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. mrs jeon studied her husband noticing that his energy was off.
" whats the matter with you?"

" your son is ruining me, kara." mr jeon sigh deeply and lean on the counter.

" what complaint do you have on him this time, hon?" mrs jeon marinated the chicken and begin chopping the vegetables.

" have you seen what has surfaced on the media?? he was spotted making out with a woman last night."

" you're seriously crying over that? you do know, kook is grown right?" mr jeon said sounding irritated.

" she has tattoos, kara."

" that doesn't mean anything. honey, you need to relax and let our son breathe." mrs jeon put the vegetables in a bowl and started making the sauces.

"i don't accept that kind of relationship, kara and you know that. he should be taking over the company but what is he doing?? making out with that woman."

" do you know that you don't only have one son right? jun is ready." mrs jeon sigh and averted her attention to her husband. " kook made it clear that he doesn't want anything to do with our family values and you need to understand that, hon."

" he is fit for this positio-" mr jeon's sentence was interrupted by the sound of the front door closing and the security system announcing an arrival.

" mum, i'm home!" jungkook voice rang out. " in the kitchen, star!"

jungkook dropped his backpack by the stairs and stroll to the kitchen. he bowed to his father and went to kiss his mother on the forehead. " hi, star." she greeted.

but mr jeon's expression was unyielding. "we need to talk," he said, his tone firm as he turned and headed upstairs to his office.

jungkook bite his inner cheek and followed his father to his office.
" are you okay lately? should i transfer you somewhere better??" his father began.

jungkook was already aware of where their conversation was going. " why are you so obsessed with me, pops?" he grumbled. " i'm not your only son"

" don't start with that nonsense, kook."

jungkook's voice rose in defiance. "let me live, okay?! you've been suffocating me since the day i was born. i've told you, and i've made it clear that i don't want SHIT to do with your traditions."

mr jeon slapped his fists on the table, " i can't have you associating with someone who uses her body as canvas for art."

" shit, wait till you see me then pops." jungkook eyes darkened and he walked out of his father's office.

" what did he meant by that?" mr jeon muttered to himself.

" kara!"

" oh dear." mrs jeon facepalmed.