My School Life

Dinner

I LOVE THAT MEME LOL
WHATEVER LETS PROCEED

"KIM NAMJOON!!!!" Hoseok screeched at the sight of a really familiar person before him.

"Uh master, that's not my name"

" I know who the fuck you are" he growled to the chaffeur, rolling his eyes in the process. The black suited guy pressed his lips in a thin line, treating back a step from his master.

Meanwhile, hoseok was already busy pushing in a very memorable number into the keypad so harsh it could have lead to a crack if it wasn't for the quality of the thousands of dollars worth of that rare mobile.

Pressing dial, he slapped the mobile to his already reddish ear.

Fortunately the call was answered within the second ring.

"YAH!! WHAT DID YOU TOLD MY FATHER!"

A chuckle was heard from the other side of the line. "Have jam and chill, hope."

"WHAT CHILL!?!? YOU KNOW I HATE THAT JERKASS"

"I know b-"

"Master, could we go now?"

Hoseok glared to the guy, causing the bulked up guy mewled back another word from coming out.

"Haha are you okay?" The leader asked, realising the current status of the hope. Just as he had planned.

Hoseok looked at the caller i.d., making sure this is the right leader he had called. Why is he sounding so relaxed?

"Is this kim namjoon?" Hoseok asked, disgusted at the calm tone at the other side.

"Where the hell your respect for the older huh?" Before hoseok could question more, he heard a crash of something porcelain .

"Nevermind" then the hope realize there's no use of asking further.

"Sorry just bump into who knows who" namjoon simply replied.

" whatever " the younger sighed. "Hyung" he added.

"Could you please just freakin tell me what the hell did you say with my father?"

" I just said you want to have some family  bonding time thingy"

" And I'm sure you had your reason?"

"Yeah. You know I told ya I'd found a solution with our concern regarding y/n?"

Hoseok glanced at the chaffeur who's tapping his fingers on the car's frame impatiently, keep on checking the watch on his wrist. He snickered, shrugging off and hummed as a reply to namjoon.

"So we figured we need to be around her 24/7?"

"And?"

" So maybe we could arrange things up so that she would have class with either of us at every period. She'll never be alone!" Namjoon smiled at the genius idea, even knowing the hope won't see him anyway.

" You're seriously gonna make me talk with my jerkass father?"

"I guess"

"You must be insane"

"Is that a compliment?"

"How am I gonna make him fall head over this deal anyway? You know how he works. How everyone works..." Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"Money. Yes I know."

"Then?"

" IF, then mention my name. He'll retreat for sure" namjoon pressed the word 'if'.

"Then why didn't we do that from the scratch? Why this dinner? I hate him and you know that"

"We all do, hope. However believe me. You won't have to mention any names using this way. Be yourself."

And the call was ended, leaving the sun dumbfounded.

Hoseok looked at his personal driver, mouth slightly forming a pout.

"We are late master" the handsome guy urged his young master, eyes flashing sign of urgency and it was obvious throughout his body gesture.

"Geez" hoseok groaned, putting whole faith on the leader and taking a step in the limo as it quickly took off for another deal to be sealed.

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"So you are still alive?" The man in his late forties snickered against his own usage of words.

It really had been a while.

"Unfortunately" the boy replied simply.

" Take a seat "

Lazily, hoseok reached to a chair at the other end of the long table while the old man at the other.

"I am really glad thou' you reached out again"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at the sudden raise in his tone.

Why is he so happy about this?

"So firstly what do you want?" The man put his elbow on the table, resting his chin at the upper side of his palm. He smirked. " I don't think you came to me with the sole reason of 'family bonding'"

Damn, kim namjoon.

" I need to arrange some schedule " the boy said, getting straight to the point, not even looking at the older man.

You may say he is rude but this is how they usually are. Rude, and often rebellious. Where would the soup spill if it isn't for the rice?

Hoseok looked at the man after sometime, thinking why isn't the old man replying. He was met with him, smirking. The younger cleared his throat.

" I'm asking the favour on behalf of th-" he was about to mention namjoon's family name when he was stopped.

"Sure"

His eyebrows raised almost immediately. This old man didn't even let him finish.

" I'll arrange things up"

He must have a thing behind this.

"Just because you are my son"

Hoseok's eyes widened at the statement.

"Just what?"

"Come on hoseok-ah you are my only son. How could I reject such an easy thing coming from my own seed?"

"Tell me the truth"

" Son, I am your father. It's my responsibility to help you in anyway I am capable with"

"Spill" Hoseok was really done with his shit.

"That's why you need to help me too. You are my son"

He knew it.

"Don't call me your son. What do you need?"

Mr. Jung was already smiling. "Move back in with me "

"What?"

"You heard me. It's a win-win situation isn't it? You get what you wanted, anything you want if you agreed, a comfortable house and I get you back"

"Define you get me back" hoseok frowned. There's no way such things like he missed him in their family. Never mentioned.

"Awh don't say you liked that filthy apartment you shared with that yoongi guy" his statement causes hoseok to shift in discomfort in his seat.

"I-"

"I give you a day to think about it. I am sure you want your petition about that schedule to be arranged as soon as possible right?"

"But why d-"

" Mr. Jung, someone called regarding something about tea?" The old man sighed at the sudden appearance of the maid.

Hoseok's ears perked. Tea money?

" I give you a day" he pointed at his son before walking away with the maid tailing him.

As the man went away, hoseok was left with thousands of unanswered questions and an answer to be given in 24 hours...