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♡Chapter~30

The door was opened by a maid who greeted you both with a wide smile. You smiled back while jungkook remained impassive. "Oh welcome son!" Jang-mi fake smiled hugging your husband. Jungkook who had his hands resting in his pockets rolled his eyes and shrugged her off like dirt before moving forward. You bit your cheek trying not to laugh and innocently looked at the woman who was glaring at you.

What the fuck did I do?

You shrugged it off and joined jungkook in the dining room. The house was pretty big and had a lively gothic structure unlike jungkook's who had a smaller house with a modern feel to it.

While things here looked rich with flowers-a common bright and eye-catching design in the house, the house in which you lived in had plain dull colours.

You imagined jungkook growing up here in not so good mental state with his abusive stepmother and father who was constantly out on business trips.

Poor kid.

You saw his dad smiling at you which made you smile back. "Good afternoon y/n." You bowed back. "Good afternoon Mr. Jeon." Without a word, jungkook made his way over the table and sat making you imitate him. "So how is life going with my son?" Jang-mi asked you. In the corner of your eye you noticed jungkook clenching his jaw.

"It's good. I wouldn't imagine something better." You politely replied. "I hope he doesn't trouble you. Jungkook is quite the trouble maker." The man besides you scoffed at his father's remark which caught the table's attention.

You faked a 'sophisticated'chuckle at his question. "No, he is alright. He doesn't trouble me."

"That's quite a progress." Minhyuk cocked his eyebrow looking at jungkook who seemed unbothered as he laid back munching on an apple loudly staring right at his father with a dead face.

Ok........he is munching is too loud.

He was being bratty, you knew it. Jungkook's father sighed and looked back at you. He really did have a lot of hate towards his father.

But it's understandable. The kid had been left alone and neglected throughout his childhood. And been proven wrong and disgusting was another thing you knew no one could tolerate.

Minhyuk was just a pawn of his wife. While jungkook was a slave who faced all the hardships.

Jang-mi came out with maids following her who plated the food. They served all of you except jungkook who was served by his mother herself. "Do you want anything else?" She asked placing her hand on his thigh.

Ok what?

Jungkook looked at his father who was busy eating and muttered a 'no' with a small smirk plasted on his face. You did smell something fishy but didn't bother asking. He brushed the hand away before digging in. "Why don't you try the soup?" His mother insisted him more than once.

Once the food was over, jungkook groaned and began blinking rapidly. He winced clutching on his head. "What's wrong?" You frown and ask him. He shook his head and stood up only to waver slightly.

"Ay, is your head paining?" He nodded sitting down again and closed his eyes. "Jungkook, are you ok?" Minhyuk looked concerned but the boy didn't respond and got up trying to balance himself. "Let's go home. I'll rest for a while." Jang-mi got up. "It can be dangerous, why don't you rest here? You can go in your room."

Oh that's nice of you.

"Besides, there won't be anyone to take care of you, we have maids here." His father joined in which made jungkook roll his eyes even in the midst of his dizziness. "I don't need any maids. I have my wife whom I love. And she loves me too. I don't need anyone else."