𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐍 : 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐) : 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

C H A P T E R : 18

Jungkook pov

Waking up to the mild sunlight encroaching into my room at 6 in the morning, I couldn't help but feel so peaceful because it's been a while that I had a morning like this because I was all alone in a big mansion where the only living souls were me and Bam.
But today it's different because I know that when I descend down the stairs, my parents would be waiting for me at the living room unlike the days when I am welcomed by nothing but loneliness of my living room.

I felt so energetic for the day and Bam was already up before me and kept trotting around the room trying to wake me up. I stretched my body a little bit because I know I can't work out here.

Still I made sure to do 2 sets of 50 pushups and 2 sets of 50 squats and few more regular exercises and that will boost up the metabolism of my body.
When the clock ticked 7, I made a mental note that I must do my regular morning routines soon because the drive to my office from home might take extra minutes which I can't afford to waste.

But a sudden thought hit me, I don't have a suit dress to wear. I sighed, quite disturbed at my forgetfulness. Either I should have left to my home yesterday or I should have brought an extra pair, but neither of these options ran through my mind because yesterday I was too busy having a mental peace and happiness after days that I wanted to enjoy each and every moment.

That's when I heard a knock at my door. I opened the door and was received by my father. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at me. My father has aged quite well, but he's ageing so fine that I doubt if I can be just as handsome as how he is in his 50s. I greeted him back, but as the telepathy we had between us, he extended me a pair of his suit dress as he said, "I don't know if it will fit you, but these are my personal favorite custom made collection. Since you didn't come prepared, I thought of giving you mine. If you don't mind—"

Seriously I don't know what kind of a son am I to hurt my father all these years that I hugged him and said, "I have always admired the way you looked so bold back then to till now. Thank you appa! It means a lot to me. "

He tapped my back and leaned in for a fatherly hug and we pulled away. I got hold of the suit dresses that he had with him and arranged them neatly on the bed contemplating which pair I should use for the day. Indeed it feels special to wear my father's suit dress, so I have to be presentable either.

I thought of going with the dark brown shade of coffee which is quite different from the usual shades I have at home because I'm always a fan of black, blue and ash coloured suit dresses than such colours, also the thought of having a talk with her today is something that I look forward to.

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I wore the suit dress and trust me, it fits me so well. I feel like I have been possessed by my father's confidence which is radiating from me, a thing which I lacked till yesterday.

I wore my rolex watch and adjusted my hair with the gel that my father use. I feel like the 10 year old version of me who used to sneak out my father's hair gel and copy his way of adjusting the hair, only to get scolded by my mother because she always liked me having bangs back then as I had long hair.

How I badly wish to spend my weekend here!

But that's quite impossible because of the work load I have because when I'm here, I would like to indulge myself into the happiness rather than sitting with my laptop.

I had a hearty breakfast with my parents and my mother made sure to make my favorite one.

While I was walking towards my car, I received a notification on my phone. Thinking that it might be related to work, I unlocked the screen only to see a message from Cathy.