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"I swear, he is going on my nerves." signed the young male as he emptied his pearl coloured drink with one swift move. "He is only scolding me and pressuring me to find my significant other." signed the youngest Jeon. His heard turned to his friend before it turned back to his father. The feast was going smoothly, too smoothly for jungkook's taste. He wanted something special, something exciting to happen.
His hands slowly grabbed the golden cutlery and he poked his medium well steak, which was sprinkled with the finest pink salt. The herbs crushed slowly down as he cut through them. A sad smile adorned his lips. His own father just scolded the absolute shit out of him.
"I bet he did not mean it in this way." whispered taehyung from the side while cutting his own Kobe steak into little pieces. "He only cares right now about me finishing university as soon as possible and getting that diploma." grumbled the younger one as he took one bite. "His actions make me lose appetite since months." whispered jungkook to himself, his words being unnoticed by his older best friend. That is what he only cares about, thought the male.
"Dear, eat up. You are eating slower than usual. Is everything alright my dear? I am worried." A warm smile laid on the pair of lips and the eyes shared a familiar emotion. They created this warm feeling inside jungkook's chest. "No mother, I am just thinking lately a lot..''. A real smile appears on the youngest lips. Another bite was taken from the steak and the pair of eyes hushed over the table. Jungkook almost knew no one privately. He knew who everyone was but he did not have any attachment to these people. They were only his dad's work partners. God, how he hated this particular description.
He took another bite and his eyes stopped as they a wonderful eye smile caught his eyes. He slowly lowered his cutlery that shimmered lightly in the evening sun, which fell into the dining room. A gulp followed slowly and his eyes turned helplessly to his friends. Small beads of sweat formed themselves on his nape and he shook his head. No, he only imagined those deep brown eyes that shared the familiar warmness that his mother emitted.
