𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥

The moon hung majestically in the sky, it's silvery light casting a gentle glow over the Jeon family as they gathered for dinner. The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, lending an air of magic to the evening.

Seated around the rotating dining table on the rooftop, the family basked in the warmth of each other's company. This was a cherished tradition, one they all looked forward to - dinner together, every evening, by 8 pm.

Jieun smiled radiantly as she gazed out at the breathtaking view. She had always loved dining on the rooftop, with the night sky unfolding above them like a canvas of endless possibilities.

The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, teasing their taste buds and heightening their anticipation. Steaming plates of spaghetti, succulent fried meat, and an assortment of colorful vegetables vied for attention alongside delicate sauces and condiments. The soft hum of the clinking and the maids soft pitpat provided a gentle background noise as the family dug in, savoring the delicious aromas and flavors.

They all conversed softly with each other, all except Jimin.

Jimin's mind drifted away from the conversation a long time ago, his eyes was locked on one of the maids standing at the edge of the rooftop along with the other maids. She was the maid he had bumped into a few days ago.

He noticed the way her eyes were cast down, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her maid's dress.

The breeze rustled her dark hair, sending it flowing behind her like a river of night. Her dress fluttered around her, and Jimin found himself mesmerized by the subtle movement.

He couldn't explain why, but there was something about this maid that drew him in. Maybe it was the way she seemed to blend into the background, or the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, Jimin couldn't tear his gaze away.

The maid, sensing his eyes on her, slowly raised her head. Their gazes met, and she froze, for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Jimin winked at her, making her blush a deep shade of red. She quickly ducked her head down her heart beating loudly in her ears.

Jimin's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smirked, satisfied with the reaction he had elicited from the maid. He had expected her to be shy, but the deep blush that had spread across her face was more than he could have hoped for.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the maid's face. He enjoyed the way the color rose to her cheeks, the way her eyes sparkled with embarrassment. It was a delicate, charming reaction, and Jimin found himself wanting to see more of it.

He raised his glass to his lips, his eyes still locked on the maid's face as he took a sip of his drink. The maid, still flustered, didn't dare to look up, but Jimin could sense her awareness of him, her consciousness of his gaze on her.

It was a subtle, tantalizing connection, and Jimin felt a spark of interest.

"I heard of what you boys did at the site". Jieun said, dropping her drink on the table. This managed to bring Jimin out of his own world. He snapped his head towards his mother, who as always has a calm demeanor. She was looking beautiful in her silk nightgown and robe.

"What about it , Mom?". Seokjin asked, calmly sipping on his drink.

Jieun's expression remained serene, but a hint of concern flickered in her eyes. "I heard there was an incident with some thugs", she said, her voice measured. "For starters , I'm just glad none of you were hurt. I'm proud of you guys for standing up for what is right and protecting the workers. But that's not how things work".

Jieun's eyes swept across the faces of her sons, her gaze lingering on each of them before moving on. "You can't just take matters into your own hands, no matter how noble your intentions may be",. She continued, her voice firm but gentle. "There are protocols in place, procedures to follow. You can't just disregard them and expect everything to work out okay". She's proud of them. She really is. But she's a mother of seven and she's scared. What if one of her enemies planned it. Or the thugs were with gun. Her sons was her driving force and strength in this cruel world, she couldn't bare to loose any of them.