Voices In My Head I Taekook

Chapter Three

[Jungkook]

We arrive outside the huge mansion and I look around, there was a water feature cascading over the top of the wall into a pool in the inner courtyard.

The sound of the water acting as a wonderful sound buffer. Some of the mansion including natural stone, stucco, copper, and the cherry wood that surround all the glass.

My parents always used to force me to come to these kinds of Business meetings and events, taking me with them everywhere which meant to had to be around other people.

I fucking hate other people.

But they took me, whether I liked it or not.

I guess they started doing this when my older brother ran away from his duties and went off with his lover.

I've grown used to it now, always doing what my parent told me, not even bothering to do what I'd like to do.

It's always my parents deciding my future,
Never being able to have my freedom and opinion.

Today they told me about the Kim's, another rich, most definitely snobby family.

They wanted to start a Business merge with us, and want to introduce their daughter.

As usual, I listen to my parents and unemotionally agree, getting sick of my life but just having to put up with it.

To put it simply I hate rich families. There's only one thing that they care about.

Money.

Flinging it here and there, not thinking twice before spending.

But money could not buy their happiness.

A young man greets us and escorts us inside. I sigh following my Mother and Father, putting on my 'Dignified, elegant, respectful and perfect' act.

Mother always told me that the way you dress and look says more about you than the words you say. Presentation is key. Always look and act expensive.

I think that's bullshit. I believe that the most important thing is your personality, what you truly look like on the inside.

We make it to the main hall and there stood the family, dressed in riches, a man which I assumed was Mr. Kim himself, smiled and greeted us.

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Jeon!" whilst giving handshakes to my Father, Mrs. Jeon embracing my mother.

"And of course, the youngest Jeon! Nice to meet you!" Mr. Kim said, shaking hands with me and patting me on the back.

"Jeon Jungkook. The pleasures all mine, Mr. Kim." I replied, flashing a wide smile at him and bowing my head.

Mr. Kim chuckled and pulled a young girl forwards, who was standing behind him, wearing a tiny, short black skirt that reached her mid-thigh and a white frilly shirt.

"This is my youngest, Kim Minjee." he beamed as I held out my hand for hers and gave it a soft kiss.

"It's wonderful meeting you Minjee." The said girl let out a high pitched giggle and I smiled forcefully, the feeling hurting my cheeks while I puked on the inside.

"So this is Minjee! Such a beautiful, young and charming girl" my mother said, greeting her while Minjee smiled and kept glancing towards me.

I looked away, trying to avoid giving her a dirty look and see a young boy, perhaps around my age enter the hall, slipping in and hurriedly walking over.