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“You’re pursuing a degree in business administration, and that’s final.”
“But Dad–” Jungkook pleads.
“No buts.” His mother cuts him off, and her tone is final.
“We were okay with you being in those stupid after-school clubs after high school, but we should have known better than to have let you join them. They were called ‘extracurricular activities’ for a reason, Jeon Jungkook. This is college. This is the rest of your life.”
“Your mother is right. We only want the best for you, so please trust us.” His father adds.
“I never wanted that stupid company!” Jungkook finally snaps.
A moment of silence ensues and it’s so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.
“That’s it. We’re tired of you always getting your way without suffering from the consequences. This time, it’s that stupid film major or the company. Choose, Jeon Jungkook.” His father says flatly.
“Choose?”
“We won’t be here for you forever, and you seem to keep thinking otherwise. If you’re not interested in running the company, we’ll find someone else who is… but you can’t keep reaping the seeds we sow. It’s either us or that stupid film major.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, confused.
“We’re asking you to make your choice. Choose the business degree and you get to continue the life you’ve always lived. Pick the film major and we disown you. Forget that you even have parents.” His father explains.
He thinks that this will dissuade his son from pursuing art school, but the only thing Jungkook does is smirk in his father’s face and walk – no, stomp – towards his room.
The 21-year-old aggressively pulls the largest luggage suitcase out of his storage closet and drags it toward his walk-in closet. He starts pulling out clothes, throwing them into the luggage.
“Slow down, my love. We’ll give you time to think. Don’t make a rash decision you’ll regret,” his mother coos, but Jungkook is unaffected. He didn’t earn those Best in Production and Best in Technical Application plaques in senior year of high school for nothing.
He always saw this moment coming. His parents allowed him to attend those after-school clubs, yes, but those forced smiles whenever he achieved something that wasn’t academic were too fake for him to not see right through them.
He knew this was bound to happen. He always hoped it wouldn’t, that it would play out some other way, but his Virgo intuition was too sharp.
He had played out this exact moment in his head a million times, and he always chose art school every single time.
Reality wasn’t going to be any different.
When Jungkook was finally content with the contents of his bag, he wiped the tears off of his cheeks and finally had the courage to face his parents.
“I’ve wanted this my whole life, so there’s no need to think about it.” He said, smiling.
“Can I keep the car and my bank account, at least? I’ll need something to transport me around and some starter money. I only have about two thousand dollars left in my account anyway. Just remember not to add anything into it.”
His father nods. “Suit yourself.”
“Thanks for everything,” Jungkook says as he exits his bedroom and enters the elevator. He presses the LG button and proceeds to the basement parking of their residence, then walks toward his Audi RS 3, opening the trunk and throwing his luggage inside it. He closes it and walks towards the driver’s seat.
He takes one last look around, knowing that this will be his last time here. He enters it and starts the car, driving towards the exit.
The parking attendant presses a button that lifts the bar that blocks the exit and waves at Jungkook. He waves back, and he almost laughs at how the attendant has literally no idea that this may very well be the last time they’re ever seeing each other.