ᯓᡣ 𐭩 JEON JUNGKOOK (Model, Prince, CEO)
↳ 29 YEARS OLD.
⋆ The stoic.
⋆ Tsundere.
⋆ Guarded heart.
⋆ Emotionally intelligent,
⋆ Loyal committed,
⋆ Respectful,
⋆ Ice king.
He is belong to royal family 'prince' and model...and CEO of fashion design...
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After dinner, I was upstairs in my bedroom when I suddenly remembered I left my phone charger in the living room. I headed back downstairs and stopped in my tracks when I saw her sitting on the floor, her usual Indian style. She wasn't eating and was pouting, which piqued my curiosity as I walked closer.
Jk: "Why aren't you eating?" (raising an eyebrow)
YN: "Uh... um... no, I'm eating... see?" ( but I could tell she was just shifting her food around)
Her stepmom: (chimed) "It's her daily drama—always skipping food. I managed to make her sit, but now she wants me to feed her." (She chuckled, shaking her head)
YN: "Don't laugh!" (she shot a glare at her mom, then looked down) "I was eating..." (mattered)
I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her pouting and avoiding her food.
Jk: "Why don’t you eat? And why do you want to be fed?"
YN: "I don't want to..." (I watched her slowly eat, still pouting)
Jk: "Aren't you too old to want someone to feed you?"
Her aunt: (chimed in) "There’s no use talking; she’ll do what she wants. We’ve seen it before..."
YN: "Don’t lie... you don’t know how to cook." (she shot back)
Her stepmom: (teased) "Oh, tell us what you eat exactly then— no vegetables, no fruits, nothing we cook..."
Jk: "So what do you like to eat?" (I asked, crossing my arms and looking down at her, I feel curious if she's having any issues with food?)
YN: "Just ladyfinger and eggplant... and potatoes, dal, rajma, rice... there are many, but—"
her aunt: "But she still skips it even when we make her favorites," (interjected)
Jk: "Why?" (Frowned)
YN: "I have a weak appetite..." (quietly)
"Even with a weak appetite, you should still get enough nutrients to keep your body healthy," (I said, feeling a surge of concern. I knelt down next to her to get a better look, that not should be excuse) "I'm just concerned for your well-being. You shouldn't skip any meals. Please eat well, okay?" (Soft)
YN: "Okay..." (softly, looking down)
Jk: "Hm. How about if I feed you? Would you eat then?"
She looked surprised. She often asked her parents to feed her, but they didn’t, thinking she was just being childish. Yet she always dreamed of a future husband who would feed her when she didn’t feel like eating, even sharing from his plate whenever he eats
YN: "You..." (she started, but before she could finish, I sat down in front of her, causing her, her aunt, and her stepmom to panic) "N-no! Don’t sit on the floor! You’re a prince!"
