Between The Bloodshed

Chapter 7

The dreaded friday morning finally came. Your mother had spent the whole night before on the phone with you, squealing excitedly about the dress she chose for you.

"I'll see you tonight, Kookie." You stroked his head, making sure the rabbit had enough food and water for the day. Adjusting your hair in the mirror, you cringed slightly at yourself, clad in a light blue sundress your mother always liked. You slung your bag over your shoulder and headed out the door.

"Can I have a coffee to go, please?" You ordered. The maid bowed and scurried off to make your regular iced coffee order.

"Woah." Jungkook came down.

"One word and you'll be unconscious." You grumbled. He choked, whistling innocently instead.

"Have a nice day, agashi." The maid placed your to-go container on the counter. You nodded your head and took a sip. When you turned to head to the front door, you saw 7 pairs of eyes staring at you.

"What?" You hissed.

"Nothing." Taehyung shook his head. You rolled your eyes, walking to the front to wear your shoes.

"I'll be back tonight." You mumbled, giving a backwards wave before leaving the house. Your father was already waiting by his car for you. You gave a small wave and headed over. Without a word, your father just gave an acknowledging nod and entered the car. That was your relationship, strictly professional. Frankly, you were thankful for that.

"Your mom is very excited for you to visit." He said as he started to drive.

"I know. Work gets busy so it's hard to stop by." You shrugged, putting your seatbelt on.

"This family seems well off." He commented.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of them. They aren't exactly hidden from public eye in terms of their achievements and wealth. 7 young men, rich beyond belief." You scoffed.

"I do know them, do you?"

"I would like to think I do. Working for them has been a pleasure, so far. For young men, they keep things very professional." You said. Your parents always tried to convince you to work in a normal hospital, they always believed your skills should be displayed for others to see.

"You declined your mother's invitation for that surgical seminar?"

"She has other surgeons under her that are equally, if not more, qualified than me. It'll benefit them better if one of them were elected to go instead of me." You explained. Your father pursed his lips.

The car pulled up to the house. It wasn't a mansion but it was still a rather big property that your parents owned.

"(y/n)!" Your mother ran out to greet you with a hug.

"Omma." You hesitantly wrapped your arms around her. She chuckled, pulling away as she held your hands in hers. Patting the back of your hands, she led you into the house.

"You look healthy." She complimented.

"Thank you." You gave a small smile. There was an array of dishes on the dining table, ready for you to arrive for a meal. You went to help bring the bowls of rice out. Even if it was awkward with your parents, it was nice to have a sit down, family style meal. Your parents sat opposite you, together, while you sat across the table.

"The car will be picking us up at 7pm." Your father said. You nodded your head, chewing the end of your chopstick to stop yourself from saying something you would regret.

"Stop that, (y/n). It's a bad habit." Your mother scolded. You removed the metal from your mouth, picking the foods instead.

"That's a nice bracelet." Your mother smiled.