As the BTS members stepped into the studio, an electric energy filled the air, instantly drawing everyone's attention. The moment they entered, the atmosphere shifted; it was as if a spotlight had been turned on, illuminating not just their physical presence but also the aura that surrounded them. With every confident stride, they exuded a blend of charm and magnetism that was impossible to ignore.
Their smile was infectious, lighting up the faces of everyone around, and their laughter echoed like music, creating a warm and inviting environment. The way they interacted with the crew-offering encouragement, exchanging playful banter, and showing genuine interest in others-made everyone feel valued and appreciated. It was this effortless connection that made the studio feel alive, transforming a simple workspace into a vibrant hub of creativity and inspiration.
Jungkook was in middle photoshoot when his phone ring.
he quickly excused himself from the crew, reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. He saw his Mom name flash on the screen and a strange sense of panic mixed with annoyance washed over him.
he cursed under his breath he totally forgot his meeting with his father Damn it.
he accepted the call, but before he could say anything, his mother's urgent voice cut through. "Jungkook, where are you?" she demanded. "i told you your dad wants to talk to you, for an hour ago."
"I'm in the middle of something," he replied, annoyance clearly evident in his voice.
"You're always in the middle of something," his mother shot back. "You can't keep avoiding him forever."
Jungkook clenched his jaw, the last thing he wanted to do was deal with his father today.
"I'm not avoiding him," he tried to argue, but he knew his mom wouldn't buy it. "i'm just... busy. with work and all. "
"whatever you're doing, leave it, and come right now." She replied.
Jungkook let out a deep sigh, his frustration palpable. "Fine, I'll be there," he muttered, hanging up the phone.
he ran a hand through his hair, the thought of dealing with his father's disappointment hanging over him like a dark cloud.
he quickly excused himself from the photoshoot, apologizing profusely to the crew for the interruption. he hurried out of the studio, his mind already racing with the upcoming meeting with his father.
"Finally you're here" His mother hugged him.
he hugged her back briefly, but his mind was elsewhere.
"Where's dad?" he asked, forcing his voice to sound nonchalant.
She looked at him up and down, before smiling, "Thank God you're in decent clothes."
He looked down at his appearance he was on his photoshoot formal clothes, he chuckled.
He shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal. "Yeah, I wasn't exactly planning on this," he said, gesturing to his clothes.
His mother nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, at least you look presentable," she muttered, before leading the way into the study.
The study was a grand room, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the walls and a large mahogany desk in the center. His father sat behind the desk, the stern look in his eyes immediately putting Jungkook on edge.
"Ah, he graced us with his presence," his father said dryly, his gaze fixing on Jungkook as he approached.
Jungkook resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead choosing to remain silent.
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