Chapter 30

Seokjin POV

"I'll get going," I said, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.

Yubin groggily moaned, offering me a small grunt of acknowledgment.

I chuckled, "I'll be home soon. Don't work too hard and if you get hungry, I opened three more pickle jars."

"Mm...pickles~" she hummed.

I softly watched as she drifted off back into her dreamland before shutting the door behind me.

The convention event that Yubin was tirelessly working on was fast approaching so the guys and I decided to go to our usual spot and talk a little bit about last minute plans.

Honestly, these annual conventions always stressed me out, simply because major businesses were always there.

Including that on my extended family. The one that I disowned and publicly ridiculed. I truly despised seeing them. Every year, there was always some snide remark they'd make to try and convince me to join our businesses, but I was smarter than that to fall for the 'sentimental family truck.'

The press unfortunately knew about our plans, and it was pretty much a stop and go drive the entire way with Driver Son narrowly missing several Dispatch reporters who were looking to get hit by a car.

Through lots of defensive driving, we managed to arrive without a scratch. The press seemed extra interested in us today, and I assumed it was because of the whole girlfriend thing.

I got out and was instantly swarmed by press and even normal 'fans.'

I hated feeling suffocated. Especially by cameras and bright lights. Being the son of influential parents, I experienced it my whole life. I'm sure not as much as a celebrity child, but it wasn't like I didn't deal with the insanity of cameras and rich people constantly.

I scowled as I roughly brushed past the growing mob.

My name was being shouted in ten different directions, and it was honestly giving me the largest migraine ever.

I finally lost it and whirled on all the people around me.

I gave every single person a nasty glare, "If I don't receive a radius of twenty feet from you guys, I will personally break your camera and shove it six feet under."

And with that, angrily pushed past everyone and rushed inside the lounge where the other guys looked equally as frustrated as they waited for me.

"Sorry," I said shortly.

"It's fine hyung. They're just being their usual annoying self," Hoseok groaned.

I frustratedly ran my hands through my hair, "That's one way to say it. I wish they'd just give it a break. The fact that I have a girlfriend isn't enough drama for them? Must they know who she is only so her life can be totally destroyed."

The others understandingly patted my back.

We had all grown up in this life. We'd lived it our whole life. It was an unfortunate and endless cycle that future generations would endure.

I settled into a bar stool beside Jungkook, taking the drink that had already been prepped for me. Nothing like alcohol in the afternoon.

We dove into our usual business talks, blabbing about numbers, parties, and all that boring stuff that I almost forgot about due to all the time I had spent with Yubin.

It was almost nice to not hear all this stuff for a while. I felt more human knowing my whole life wasn't characterized by insignificant numbers.

"Hyung...what about your family?" Taehyung mumbled tentatively, the fear of him asking about such a sore subject bleeding through his apprehensive voice.

I rubbed my temples, "I don't know to be honest. My biggest goal is to just keep them and the cameras away from Yubin. Whatever that means."

Namjoon sighed, "Hyung, you know that won't happen. No offense, but your parents like to belittle the hosts and hostesses quite often, and that position is taken up by Yubin. She'll have to speak often."

"Yeah, I've already given her the time slots for when she needs to speak and what to say," Taehyung added.

I gritted my teeth, "Then they just can't know she's with me. I can mentally prep her for the other stuff."

We fell into an unfortunate silence. I couldn't protect her from them forever. No matter how much I vowed to, someday, somehow, someone will find out who she is and feed her to the wolves.

"Guess it's good I'm preparing the baby early then right? It'll be good for her to grow up knowing what her adult life is gonna look like," I bitterly chuckled, my words coming off icier than I had probably intended.

The other boys snapped their heads to me, shock and worry written on their faces.

"Hyung...you're gonna make Suyeon your heir?" Yoongi asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

I rolled my eyes, "That's a ridiculous question. Of course I am. She's my child isn't she? By definition she'll be the heir to the company. It's not like she won't already be groomed for it though. It won't be a big switch for her."

"Yubin just agreed to that?" Jimin asked rather sarcastically.

I frowned, "Why would she have to? Isn't it obvious. She's worked under Taehyung to know how this works. Why are you all being so weird about it?"

Jungkook spoke softly, "Hyung, we understand that she's your literal heir, but the woman you married is not someone like us. I think you're forgetting that Yubin isn't so different from a normal working class citizen."

"Your point?" I cocked an eyebrow, annoyance laced throughout my words.

"The point is that we're not sure she'd be okay with that, at least not without discussion," he continued.

"Yeah. What about her dreams? What if she doesn't want to be an heir?" Taehyung asked.

Their words made literally no sense to me.

This had been the tradition, the system, for decades. The oldest heir inherited the company and did everything. Why did it matter that Yubin wasn't fully integrated into this kind of society?

It's not like she'd disagree with me. This was an unspoken agreement between us. Suyeon would take over the company. And we'd teach her as she grew up exactly how to do it.

"Why does she need dreams when she's got a foolproof life set up right in front of her? I promised myself I'd never let my daughter struggle and this is exactly how I do it. Instead of her suffering through not knowing what she wants to do and working meaningless jobs, she'll have a purpose from birth," I explained.

The other boys shook their heads in...disappointment?

"Hyung, it's different now. It's unfortunate that we were the ones thrown into that life, but you can't throw your child into that to vicariously relieve yourself of that burden or have someone close to you share that burden," Yoongi objected.

I felt myself getting unconsciously angry. I wasn't trying to impose my own struggles onto her. I was protecting her from failure. From the feeling of desperation and being lost.

No one understood that.

"Look hyung, all we're saying is that maybe you should talk to Yubin and get her opinion on it. Now, let's move on," Namjoon said.

I couldn't focus the rest of the time, my mind running with thoughts about what they said.

Yubin would understand. She was onboard with this. She had to be. Right?

Yubin POV

I felt myself jump a little bit when Seokjin slammed the door behind him, angrily tossing his stuff on the chair.

He did one of his strange habits where he paced the floor when he was anxious about getting an answer to something.

"Are you okay? Did something happen? Oh, thanks for the pickles by the way!" I smiled brightly, not realizing the weight of his next words.

I frowned when I noticed he wasn't smiling like he usually did. He was very clearly agitated about something.

"What's wrong Jinnie?" I asked, scooting on the couch to make space for him.

But he didn't sit. Instead his eyes desperately searched mine for an answer.

"What?" I inquired, my voice raising slightly in annoyance.

"When you think of Suyeon's future, what do you see?" He asked.

I looked at him questioningly, "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking."

He sighed, "Her future. Her career. What do you see for her?"

I was confused as to why he was stressed about such a simple question.

"Her career. Well I'd want her to be whatever she wanted to be. Wouldn't you? Aww imagine how cute that'd be. All her little dreams and ambitions," I cooed, thinking about my little girl endlessly rattling off what she wanted to do with her life.

But apparently, I was the only one who found that amusingly cute.

I don't know what got Seokjin so stressed but it had been a while since I'd see him so serious and upset.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He snapped.

I flinched at his tone, recoiling back on the couch.

I cocked an eyebrow. There were somethings I could tolerate in a relationship, but no one raised their voice at me and expected to walk away peacefully.

"Excuse me? You want to consider the tone you're using with me?" I scoffed, irritation laced in my voice.

He whirled on me, "Don't forget who I am Yubin! I can talk to whoever I want how I want, and Suyeon should be able to do the same."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not gonna let our daughter act like a spoiled diva. And what the hell has gotten into you?"

"What's gotten into me? What's gotten into you?! I thought you'd get it, but you're just as clueless as they are," he huffed.

"About what?! Because right now, I sense little communication happening. So why don't you grow up and tell me why you're throwing a tantrum?!"

"Why would Suyeon pick a career if she's already got the best one lined up for her?!" He exclaimed exasperatedly.

"I don't follow. So why don't you stop being vague and get to the point?" I huffed.

"CEO. She's gonna be the next CEO. She's my heir."

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