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Actually, Tzuyu's father, Mr Chou , kept talking highly about this 'Jungkook' guy. That's all she knew about him, his name and his age. He was a year older than her.
At 5:15 pm, Tzuyu heard some voices approaching the room and her heart felt like it nearly stopped. She lowered her head to hide because she didn't think that she was ready.
The voices approaching were a hushed argument and in stepped two men with black and dark brown hair. There were none other than Jeon Jungkook. Mr Jeon and his son, Jeon Jungkook.
Mr Jeon had a scowl on his face and Jungkook looked rather angry. Mr Jeon then brightened up when he saw his dear friend, Mr Chou and he suddenly bowed his head.
"We humbly apologize for our lateness." He glanced over and saw that Jungkook was still standing, scratching his head.
The truth was that Mr Jeon had an argument with Jungkook just before leaving the mansion. The lad had the nerve to think that casuals were a perfect dinner outfit in a five star restaurant to meet his possible future wife much less.
He finally persuaded Jungkook to go with a fitted black dress pants, a red dress shirt and a nice fitting jacket.
What he was missing which was furious about was that Jungkook forgot to wear a tie and some of his shirt buttons were still undone. They were already late so Mr Jeon hurried and rushed Jungkook out of the house.
"Sorry."
Tzuyu who fortunately still had her head down up to this point, missing Jungkook's messy display of 'looting,' glanced up slowly after hearing his quick apology.
"What a strange voice,' she thought. His voice was slightly gruff undertone and childish, Tzuyu though she hated to admit it, thought that it was kind of cute.
Around the same time, Tzuyu looked up as well and their eyes met. He looked at her blankly for a good 3 seconds- probably the longest 3 seconds of Tzuyu's life- then gave her a wide, radiant smile.
Tzuyu could have sworn that she felt her heart skip a beat and it started beating hard. 'There goes that weird feeling again.'
She studied him. He was dressed sloppy but his clothes fit him almost perfectly. There was a strain at the jacket shoulders which made her wonder what was hiding under that lanky frame off his.
His eyes were big, bright, dark brown and full of life. He had a strong jaw line and a neat nose. Jungkook was a handsome man and Tzuyu wasn't objecting.
The way he smiled at her earlier brought out his charm and she felt her cheeks warming up.
"Better late than never, my old friend," Mr Chou said walking over to Jungkook and embraced him then shook hands with Jungkook. He then invited them to have a seat at the table. Jungkook sat opposite Tzuyu who went back to playing with her skirt and the table grew awkwardly quiet.
Mr Jeon cleared his throat and Tzuyu glanced over at him. He was an intimidating man in her eyes. His son looked a lot like him but had a more childish, carefree appearance. She sensed that he was an exceptionally powerful man.
"Tonight, we are gathered here for the bonding of both our families through an arranged marriage of our children. The arrangement will grant us many years of financial security and it will be a pleasure for my son to marry the daughter of my very good friend, Mr Chou."
Tzuyu feeling the burden on her shoulders reached for her mother's hand and squeezed it. Huang Yenling squeezed back in return silently comforting her daughter.
Mr Jeon turned to Tzuyu and she jumped a little.
"Hello Tzuyu. I've heard so much about you," he smiled, "I'm Mr Jeon, I would like you to meet my son." He nudged Jungkook with his elbow who grimaced at the interruption. Instead of being a nervous-wreck like she was, he was busy eyeing the menu.
"Wha-?"
"Introduce yourself, Jungkook."
''How about we leave these two so that they can really get to know each other a bit? We adults will be checking out the wine bar to see if we can get ourselves a drink," Huang Yenling said getting up, motioning for her husband and Mr Jeon to do the same.
"What? Mom!" Tzuyu couldn't believe that she'd just left her alone like that.
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