Not So Cinderella ► T.K

Chapter One

❛ Have courage, and be kind.❜

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'History repeats itself, until the wrongs have been corrected.', read the headlines of the article Jungkook was reading by the enormous entrance gate of the manor. He had his one arm around a big basket filled with clean laundry balanced perfectly on his waist while the other roughly held the news pamphlet from their letter box, reading unconsciously.

"History repeats itself until the wrongs have been corrected...?", he mumbled under his breath. There was a new philosopher in town, who claimed that all the historical events that have ever occurred will repeat in the future and continue repeating so until whatever went wrong during the course of those events has been changed or corrected for the better - at least that's what the article said.

"What a load of nonsense.", he sighed under his breath, but continued reading on with his eyebrows scrunched, totally spacing out, before a voice came booming from inside the manor.

"Jeon Jungkook!"

Flinching at the sound of his name being yelled so angrily by the person he liked the least in this world, Jungkook quickly scrambled the news pamphlet on top of the laundry basket and yelled back, "Coming step mother!", before running back to the house. His bare feet glided over the lush grass of his front yard as he ran on his tip toes, his face crunched up in worry.

Guess I am in for a scolding again.

He ran through the massive property, expertly jumping around and through every stone, rock and pebble, making sure none of the clothes he had just spent hours on washing, drying and picking, fell to the ground.

The front garden would have truly been a mesmerizing sight to behold if there was something else to see apart from the grass, a dead flower bed lining the boundary, a really dirty and slippery stone walkway which led up to the house and puddles at every inch given a heavy downpour from last night.

Everything was wet and humid, easily Jungkook's least favourite season. He looked up briefly to admire the house-his house. Even with such a sorry sight for a garden and the walls lined with streaks of dust and mud which the rain had carried with it from the black roof, the Jeon Manor stood tall in the center of it all like it owned the world.

The large house, a living testimony of the stories of the past had stayed unscathed and with the mighty trees of the forest lane standing proud behind and around the dark blue walls of the Manor made it seem no less than a palace befitting royalty.

Only if the residents could act like one.

"Jungkook!", the booming voice sounded angrier and more impatient by the second.

"Why do you always have to yell.", his voice shook with frustration. Heart beating out of his chest and blowing off a stand of hair out of his line of vision, Jungkook, holding the basket in both hands, trying to look from the sides of the giant thing to know where his feet landed, had almost reached the front door, until a faint squeak and a splash of water made it's way to his ears.

Stopping dead in his tracks, he looked around with wide contemplating eyes. The squeaks of pain sounded like that of a bird and a splash of water meant a bird had probably fallen in the water pond he maintained for their domesticated geese.