[Jungkook]

He had thick and beautiful brows, eyelashes that any girl would be envious of, plump pink lips and autumn brown sparkling eyes. His hair was a beach blonde color that made him look like an ethereal angel.

'Wow.'

'Wait...Wha- Kook, Your straight dude- STRAIGHT.'

I quickly shook out those thoughts and noticed that he winced but quickly tried to hide it, his expression turning into a respectful smile.

Mr. Kim cleared his throat and everyone looked at him as he said: "Ah... this is my eldest, Kim Taehyung, he was just finishing off some work, sorry on his behalf..."

I quickly noticed the look Mr. Kim gave the boy and the hesitation, while the boy smiled, a bit too forcefully, although as I looked around no one seemed to notice this incident, nor did they seem to notice the slight redness in Taehyung's eyes, almost as if he was crying earlier-

"Sorry for arriving late, my deep condolences for keeping everyone waiting..." he said, his voice was deep and shooting, slightly surprised me.

My mother and father shook hands with him while I watched his every move intensely, my expression turning into a curious, suspicious look.

Taehyung then locked eyes with me and I could see him gulp, hesitating.

Mr. Kim pushed him forwards and I then noticed what I was doing, snapping myself out of it and putting myself together, smiling and saying "Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you." while holding out my hand.

He cautiously accepted my hand and shoot it quickly, murmuring a little "Kim Taehyung, the same goes for you."

I looked at him, surprised that he spoke informally, that he did not smile as everyone else did, that he didn't jump himself onto me, eager to meet me.

He too seemed to realize what he said and stepped back, with a smile now etched onto his face, although it couldn't hide the fact that it was fake.

'These fake ass rich dudes...' I thought to myself, scoffing and turning away.

The Kim's seemed to be annoyed and Mr. Kim quickly said that he would take them to the Dining hall to have one of their finest meals.

As we walked, Minjee kept on yapping to me about random shit, which was fucking annoying.

I stop listening and tuned her out, wondering what was the deal with the blonde boy...

"Whatever- he's irrelevent.." I murmur out loud.

"Huh?" Mingee said, looking confused.

"Oh, nothing, forget it" I smiled, noticing that she blushed and fiddled with her hair, twirling it while continuing to talk about her nonsense, in which I ignored once again.

We reached the dining hall and my parents sat near the Kims, while I tried to sit somewhere, anywhere other than next to Minjee, who has already given me a headache.

My mother cheerfully pulls me towards Minjee saying "Don't be shy Jungkook! Sit next to Minjee, you two look splendid together!"

"Indeed they do!" Mr. Kim says proudly, while Minjee lets out more giggles.

I groan mentally but smile on the outside, taking a seat beside Minjee.

I look up and see Taehyung hesitantly taking the only seat available, which was in front of me. He sits there, looking down onto his lap, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

My Father then brings me back to reality, asking "Kook, are you okay?" He looks at me for a few seconds, eyebrow raised and I immediately understand. I clear my throat and nod, turning all of my attention to Minjee, just what my parents told me to do.

I laugh and talk with her, engaging in her conversations perfectly, getting so sick of acting all soppy and lovely-dovely.

I look up once again and make eye contact with my Mother, in which she briefly nods approvingly.

The smell of lobster permeates the room as the maids bring the plates in.

We all bring our cups together for Champagne.

It is a special occasion after all.

"Jungkook, seeing the way you have bonded with Minjee, we had a discussion with your parents and we would like to ask you to stay with us while your parents are away for their business trip." Mr. Kim says, looking directly at me.

I glance at my Mother and Father and they speak up.

"I think that's a wonderful idea! Don't you think so Kook? You've been working so hard, a break sounds perfect" My Mother says.

"We have many guest rooms that I think would be perfect for a young boy like you, and you can spend some quality time with Minjee, you can both become great friends!" Mrs. Kim says, eyes gleaming while smiling warmly at Minjee- who was clearly very happy about this idea.

"I think it's a lovely idea... but I'll be here all alone... Yugyeom is away at training, so he can't come with me-" I say uncertainly, hoping my parents will get that I desperately don't want to do this, hopefully, for once they will take in my opinion, what I want to do.

But no.

Of course, they don't.

"Jungkook, I'll ask your cousin to come with you if you really need some company. If that's alright?" My Father asks, looking at Mr. Kim

"Certainly! If it will make Jungkook more comfortable them of course" he says brightly.

I nod and smile, hiding my true annoyed and disappointed expressions.

"Yayy! Im so happy Jungkook!" Minjee squeals, giggling.

I grin and notice that Taehyung hasn't said a word, it's as if no one noticed his presence.

I look over at him and he ducks his dead down, focussing on the mush on his plate.

Then a laugh echoes around the room, followed by chuckles.

I look up to see my parents and the Kims laughing happily, Mr. Kim reaching over and squeezing Mrs. Kim fingers, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips.

Suddenly, glass shatters, the pieces palling onto the table and floor, the noise traveling around the room.

Everyone looks towards Taehyung, the glass shattering in his hand.

Champagne goes everywhere.

The glass cuts into his fingers and palm.

The sound of cracking glass slices through the silence.

"Oh, Taehyung!" Mrs. Kim chides. "That's a crystal flute!"

"You really should be more careful Taehyung." Mr. Kim's stern voice says, annoyance clear in his facial expressions, however, no worry or concern.

The maids rush over dutifully, dustpan and brush in hand. The Kim's try to smile apologetically as te maids clear away the mess, but all I can focus on is Taehyung, who is staring at the shards of glass in his hand, running his other hand over the cuts, almost normally, as if he didn't mind the pain, watching the blood drip down onto the white lace tablecloth, staining it a deep red.

"Taehyung."

He ignores it.

"Taehyung." Mr. Kim says when the maids finished cleaning and left the room.

His brow is creased and I know he's waiting, watching.

"S-s..sorry." Taehyung manages to stutter out, still looking down at his hands.

"Is that all?" His mother demands, the whole table's eyes on him.

"Can I be excused, p-please?" He whispers out.

The Kims sigh and look away, not saying another word, and he then quickly walks out of the room, squeezing his bloody fists.

I wince as I just notice the shards going even further into his skin as he leaves the room.

Silence envelopes the room.

No one speaks. No one moves.

"I'm terribly sorry. You see- It's just one of those days. He's very tired because of his work so that's why he was out of it today." Mr. Kim says quickly while my dad nods and says "Yes, yes I understand. It always happens to me when I overwork. It's completely normal."

Minjee lets out an annoyed scoff and I look at Mr. Kim, his explanation not convincing me one bit.

"Now, onto more important matters. Will Jungkook be staying today? I can get a maid to get his room ready right away." Mr. Kim asks.

"He'll come back home with us to get all his belongings and Jungkook and his cousin will get here tomorrow morning hopefully. Will that be alright Jungkook?" My Father replies

"Yes, Of course." I nod, knowing that there was no point in them asking if it was alright, they already decided, I wouldn't be able to change their minds.

"Perfect, I'll get a driver ready for you and tell the maids to prepare your room for tomorrow." Mrs. Kim says, nodding to a maid, escorting my family out of the mansion.

Once in the car, I sunk down onto the bed-like seat, sleep overtaking me, my eyelids almost immediately closing.