It was rather early in the morning as the Suns rays shine through the window, softly dimming the large room with natural light, the red carpeting on the floor giving off a cool relaxing aura as its vibrant color lightly reflects against the white simple walls, Soft melodic music plays within the room as pale, delicate fingers dance over every key on the piano in a gentle rhythm,causing such a beautiful song to be emitted out from the mans heart, As he was about to sing along with the gentle musi-
Knock knock.
"M-Mr Jeon, the guests are here"
Of course they are... Perfect.
A soft chuckle leaves The boys lips from his thoughts as he stood up and covered the pianos keys to avoid them from getting dust, fixing his tux lightly as he made his way to the door and walking out of the simple room, immediately locking the door behind him and placing the skull like key into his pocket.
"T-they're at the door Mr Jeon, I didn't know if to invite them in or-"
"Its fine, thank you, you may go and cook dinner, I'll attend the guests"
"Yes M-Mr Jeon"
The maid bowed respectfully as she walked quickly into the kitchen, The boy making his way to the door with his hands in his pockets, slowly approaching the little family he's been waiting for a while.
"Mr Jeon! So glad to see you again!" The woman within her mid thirties looked up at the tall boy, giving him a soft hug as he returned it with a soft chuckle.
"Mrs Kim, you don't have to be so formal with me, just call me Jungkook"
A soft smile made its way on the boys lips as he looked over at the girl who had been staring at him until she adverted her gaze the moment she was caught and shifted her feet uncomfortably, then looking to the man next to Mrs Kim, shaking his hand lightly while politely introducing each other.
"This is my daughter Kim Y/N! She's 17 years old!" Mrs Kim smiled brightly as she signaled towards the girl who still seemed uncomfortable.
"Ah yes, you have told me before, please come in so we can all eat, there's stake for dinner tonight"
He smiles warmly at the girl, however she scoffed and turned to look down at the floor, causing her mother to slightly nudge her while giving her a look before looking at the young boy with a bright smile.
"Oh we would love to! So kind of you to make dinner to share with us!"
"Oh its nothing special really"
Soft laughter rang between the two as they continued to talk so... Formally
A dude who is like 19 talking like this... In what time was he even raised? And why did mom even come here in the first place!!!
As they where all walking towards the long table, Y/N sat across from the 'Formal' boy, as directed by her mother. Looking down at the empty white porcelain plate, she could slightly see her reflection through it.
She scrunched up her nose in slight disgust as she looked at herself, seeing all the forced makeup and her hair being bone straight, then looking down at herself, slightly cringing at the dark red slim dress that would gently hug her body.
This is not me, why was I even forced to dress like this? Maybe the dudes family raised him to be with formal people? Or my mother is trying to set me up...
During the whole meal, Y/N would catch the boy glancing at her with his intense gaze, a soft warm smile thrown at her occasionally, causing her to softly scoff that only she herself could hear, and looked back down to her plate, continuing to eat as she kept thinking he was just gaining points with her parents.
Then the time to leave has come, Well.. for her parents to be more precise.
The girls eyes widened when the maid of the house walked back in with one big blue luggage bag, heading upstairs with it. Confused on where she got that blue bag or why she even had it, she merely shrugged off the endless questions from her mind.
She then turned to the odd boy, giving him a small forced smile before extending her hand out at him.
"Well! Thank you for inviting us!... Until next time" if there's a next time she thought to herself.
He however was looking down at her with a puzzled look, tilting his head slightly to the side, then looking at her hand with a blank expression.
Feeling slightly awkward, she blinked at him with slight annoyance written across her features, hearing her mother softly clear her throat, then his father spoke up in a gentle caring voice.
Yet the words that left his mouth made The girls heart drop to the pit of her stomach, feeling extremely uneasy and her guts tightening.
She wished she never heard those words at all...
"Um, honey?...
your not leaving..."
