FAKE LOVE | JJK FF - #1 FAKE LOVE SERIES [COMPLETED]

Chapter One

"Look at me
Even I gave up on myself"

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It started as a normal day, as usual.

Upon waking up, I brushed my teeth and changed into something "suitable" for breakfast. That consisted of a light blue dress that molded my body, but was not, in any sense of the word, vulgar. Despite it being a tube dress, it went to my knees and had no cleavage. The proper sensible girl dress.

Pairing it with a black pair of 7 cm heels and donning my dark hair up in a lose but not messed up bun, followed by a light enough make up that you could only notice I was wearing up close, I opened the door of my bedroom and stepped out into the hallway.

Some might think that all that preparation at six thirty in the morning just to have breakfast with my family was too much – and yes, it was – but that's how my life had been ever since I was old enough to dress myself. Actually, it started even before that.

Being the daughter of one of the most important businessman in Seoul insured that.

I wasn't complaining, I had grown used to all the things that were expected and asked of me, doing a very good job of performing them. I did live in a dream house, with everything I could've asked for in life. The fact that I had no personal life was a mere detail. Semantics, as my father would say.

I bought his explanation and lived by it.

That didn't stop me from dreaming of a different life, though.

One with less expectations and more affection. Less money and power involved, and more feelings and care.

Precisely the life I knew I'd never have.

Going down the stairs and into the dinning room, I headed for my designed sit, beside my mother that was already there. She wore something similar to me, like every morning, but more on the darker side. She didn't look like her fifty two years, and she certainly didn't look like a mother of two children.

I greeted her with a "good morning" and a smile, receiving the same from her, as I sat down. The table was set, the staff awaiting at the corners, as we both also waited for my father and brother to join us.

About two minutes later, said male two years older than me appeared in the doorway, followed suit by an older version of him. I smiled at Jimin, who returned the gesture and nodded at my father, since he wasn't much of a caring person. It's not like he didn't care though, he just didn't make a habit of showing affection. That was his normal.

Once all of us were seated, the staff started to serve our food. I personally thought it was a bit too much, we could totally reach out for the center of the table and serve ourselves, but that discussion would lead nowhere with my father as I had already discovered, so I just accepted the "help" and thanked them for it. It was all I could do in this situation.

We ate in silence, just the sound of the silverware eventually clattering against the porcelain. This was our "ordinary" breakfast, silently eating with my parents and brother, as if they were strangers. Words only appeared when it was a very important matter.

So when my father started talking, we already knew something was up.

- I'll need you to join us for lunch, Hyejin. – he declared, not looking up from his food.

I eyed Jimin on the other side of the table, but he shrugged imperceptibly, as if saying he didn't know what that was about, which was weird. He worked alongside my father in the company and everything had to have Jimin's approval to move forward, company related or not. The fact that he didn't know about this had me wondering how bad it was.