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Y/N'S POV-
I think I was too shocked to object to sharing a meal with them. My legs just led me over to the table and lowered me into a chair.
Not two minutes later, Jungkook was pushing a plate in front of me.
"Bibimpap, Tteokbokki, japchae and kimchi." he said, in the self-assured, rehearsed way of someone who made and served food frequently to guests. Which didn't fit the image I held of him  in my head at all.
"There would be chicken nuggets if my brothers could be responsible enough to pull it out before it burned." Jungkook said, shooting his brothers a hard look.
"Soju or Makgeolli?" he asked, making me look up to find him holding bottles of wine.
I slow blinked at him for a moment before I found my voice. And it was pure sass that came out of me.
"Don't you know the answer to that from all the stalking you've done of me?" I asked, getting a snicker from one of his brothers. 
Tun, I think. The one with a scar splitting his lower lip.
Jungkook's brow lifted at the comment. "You drink them interchangeably." he informed me. "And often incorrectly," he said, grabbing a corkscrew and opening the Soju bottle.
"Incorrectly?" I repeated as he reached for a long glass.
"You had lunch with your brother a week ago. You mixed soju with beer in an unequal ratio." he informed me as he placed the soju in front of my plate. 
"3:7 ratio would have been better." he told me, motioning toward the glass he'd left.
Admittedly, I wasn't all that versed in drinks. I just knew that I liked it. Soju or makgeolli. It didn't matter. And since my family had always been more casual about that kind of thing, I never really learned about what went with what. We drank whatever we had on hand for family dinners.
"Eat!" Jungkook demanded, walking back toward the kitchen to plate dishes for his brothers. Who each slowly joined me at the table as I went ahead and ducked my head as I started to eat.
Maybe I shouldn't have been antisocial. These men were, whether I liked it or not, related to me now. I would have to learn to interact with them or it was going to be a very tense life. But I just didn't know what to say right then. Hell, there wasn't even a voice in my head talking like it constantly did on a daily basis. I just felt blank.
Luckily, the men went on without me, discussing things from sports to something about their business that I didn't even begin to understand.
The food, though, God, the food was impeccable. I was actually a little jealous that Jungkook could cook that well. 
I suddenly felt like every dish I ever made was crap.
Jungwon was the one to clear the table.
And then, suddenly, everyone was gone.
Including my husband.
I had no idea where they went. And I honestly didn't care. I was too exhausted to be curious about their operation.
Alone, I made my way to the living room, turning on the TV because the quietness in the mansion was too much , then curling up on the couch.
I was out cold before the show could go to its first commercial break.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I know what woke me.
Strong arms sliding under my back and knees, then lifting me up off the couch.