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The Next Morning at the Min Mansion
The soft clinking of utensils and the occasional rustle of newspapers filled the elegant dining room as the Min family sat together for breakfast. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the pristine table, adorned with fresh fruit, pastries, and steaming cups of tea.
Mrs. Min, ever the graceful woman, dabbed her lips with a napkin before turning her attention to her youngest son. "Jungkook," she began, reaching for her glass of orange juice, "when will you introduce us to Taehyung's parents?"
Jungkook, who had been silently enjoying his meal, abruptly choked on his food, his eyes widening in shock. He coughed harshly, struggling to swallow as his face turned slightly red.
Mr. Min, seated beside him, immediately handed him a glass of water and began rubbing his back in a soothing manner. "Drink, son. Slowly," he instructed, concern flickering in his eyes.
Jungkook gulped down the water, placing the glass back on the table as he tried to regain his composure. He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice slightly hoarse. "S-Soon, Mom. First, I'll have to talk about this with Tae."
Mrs. Min hummed in acknowledgment, nodding as she took another sip of her juice. However, before Jungkook could fully relax, Mr. Min nonchalantly added, "Yes, so we can discuss your wedding."
Jungkook barely had time to process the words before he choked again, his fork clattering onto his plate. His father, unfazed, once again passed him the glass of water, patting his back reassuringly.
"Eat carefully, son," Mr. Min said, watching his youngest struggle to regain his breath.
Jungkook turned to look at his father, his mouth slightly agape. "It means... you accept our relationship, Dad?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.
Mr. Min chuckled, nodding. "Who wouldn't? Taehyung is a wonderful boy, Jungkook. More importantly, you love him, and he loves you. That's all that matters."
Jungkook’s face lit up with a wide, boyish grin. Unable to contain his joy, he leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to his father’s cheek. "I love you, Dad! Thank you so much! You're the best father in the whole world!"
Mrs. Min watched the exchange with adoration in her eyes, her heart swelling at the sight of her husband and son’s bond.
After a few moments, her expression softened into one of concern. She placed her utensils down and turned to Jungkook. "Son, have you spoken to Yoongi lately? It’s been a month, and he still hasn’t come home. Whenever we call him, it just goes to voicemail."
Jungkook's smile faltered slightly as he glanced at his mother. He, too, had been worried about his older brother. "No, Mom," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I haven’t talked to him in a while. I've called him many times, but it’s always the same. His phone just keeps going to voicemail."
