"Your kiss is a promise and a warning, a sweet surrender and a painful trap all at once."
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Next Morning
The dining hall of the Jeon mansion gleamed beneath the soft morning light, its grandeur reflected in the long table laden with a lavish assortment of breakfast dishes. Family members had gathered, their murmured conversations creating an undercurrent tinged with unease.
Jungkook, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his dark hair slicked neatly back, strode into the room with commanding presence. Taking his place at the head of the table, his gaze swept across the assembly before pausing on the empty chair beside him, Jimin's absence was conspicuous.
At the opposite end, Jungkook's father, a figure of quiet authority, arched an eyebrow in silent question. Jungkook adjusted his cufflinks, casting a brief glance toward the door. His father's stern expression betrayed nothing, though the faint shift in his demeanor suggested he too was pondering Jimin's absence.
The stillness was broken when one of Jungkook's uncles, his graying hair lending weight to his authority, leaned forward with a sharp tone.
"I still can't comprehend why that boy"...he spat the word as if it were bitter..."was ever adopted into this family. Bestowing him benefits and shares... it's utterly ridiculous. He doesn't belong here."
Jungkook's jaw tightened, but instead of responding, he stirred his coffee with deliberate calm, refusing to dignify the remark. His silence was not weakness; it was his way of denying pettiness the power it sought.
Another voice, older and steeped in resentment, chimed in.
"Those shares should belong to family. Real family."
A cousin gave a curt nod, envy flashing in their eyes as they recalled the privileges Jimin enjoyed, privileges they felt should have been theirs.
Though Jungkook's gaze remained locked on his coffee cup, he could feel the muscles in his hand tightening around the spoon.
He sensed Taehyung, his cousin and closest ally, shifting beside him. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and slacks, a doctor's coat draped over one arm, Taehyung leaned forward in his chair, lifting a hand in an attempt to dispel the growing tension.
"Now isn't the time for this, uncle," He said smoothly, his voice a balm against the rising tension. "We're family, and it's important to keep peace at this table. Discussions about shares and privileges can wait. This isn't the moment." He offered a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We're all in this together, after all."
The older men exchanged glances, muttering under their breath before lapsing into disgruntled silence. Their irritation bled into the sharp clatter of cutlery against porcelain.
Just as Jungkook parted his lips to speak, soft footsteps echoed from the doorway. Heads turned in unison.
Jimin appeared, impossible to overlook.
Dressed in a loose white shirt that draped delicately over his frame and shorts ending just above his knees, he radiated a mix of innocence and charm. A simple white choker adorned his neck, while his blonde hair, dotted with tiny bunny clips, lent him a whimsical, ethereal air. His moonlit eyes scanned the table until they found Jungkook.
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Hyungie plaything {Jikook}
Fanfiction°Ever wondered what it's like to be treated like a real baby even though you're grown? Not the cute talk or princess act, I mean the real thing. Diapers, being cradled, sitting on your hyung's lap, his arms under you, holding you by the hips. Tha...
