Jeon Jungkook.
A treasure comes to light among the seven.
With his large, perceptive eyes, he was determined to explore the vast universe, and nothing could stand superior to him.
Throughout his life, the young boy has solely known of a "Princel...
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"Why must you leave?"
The familiar chaos of the living room sounded to be punctuated with my whinings and complaints as I stared at my Dad, standing near the entrance gate, engaged with someone upon the call, heedlessly discarding my words. The hard side luggage, accompanied by the weekender, was set aside against the couch on the floor awaiting the moment, he'd take them away.
"I'll see you in Minnesota, hopefully,"
"Yeah. . .Texas gonna be the first,"
I found Dad continuously throwing words back and forth, intermittently letting out chuckles, in-between causing me to shoot glaring eyes at him; a pout apparently lingering on my lips.
"Dad! Why don't you listen!?"
As I yelled out, Dad turned around to give me a sharpened look for being bothersome since his back faced me; but who cares? 'cause I sent a glare back at him.
Once again, he turned his back to me, seemingly flaunting his elegant gray flannel suit. Hah, oblivious to the fact that I possess a collection of them, each far superior to his! I saw him pacing around the room, continuously with a smile etched upon his face; as if too exhilarated to leave me, or us behind.
Geez, the heck!? Why would I judge him so badly!?
"I really am looking forward to making some commitments with the CEO of Kimberley-Clark,"
"Of course, Irving is the major. See ya, old chum,"
Before I could speak anything, I spotted Mom descending the stairs along with a maid who carried her vintage leather cross-body shoulder bag. A smile instinctively fell upon my lips in return as Mom approached me with a one-armed hug; without a fail, asked, how I slept, her usual question to which I responded, positively.
"Just place it on the table," Mom softly instructed the maid who complied and left.
Mom confidently sported a gray classic loose batwing top underneath her wool blend trench coat, showcasing modish and cozy layers that were complemented with bold white wide-leg jeans.
"Uh, you ready, Andriette?"
Dad raised a question while settling onto the couch, preparing to tie his sleek Oxford shoes.
"Mum, do you really have to go?" I pouted, asking her, desperately.
Just last night, I learned that both of my parents must depart for a crucial and inevitable business trip, today to Irving. While my Mom, a Psychiatrist, seldom travels for business, for most of the part, it had to be unmanageable for her to accompany Dad, immediately. Nevertheless, it turned out that it was indispensable for her to join him on this occasion.
To the best of my recollection, the last time they traveled together was, most likely, a year ago.
"I'm sorry, honey but you know, I can't avoid this," Mom's warm palm reached out to brush the strands of my hair, lovingly, "I need to be present at the convocation,"
