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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accep...
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Jungkook walked into the house, her mind still recalling the incident at the Dargah, she barely had time to compose herself before Kara's voice echoed through the living room.
"Jungkook!" Kara's tone was sharp, "What on earth happened to the car?"
Jungkook winced, bracing herself for the scolding she knew was coming. She had been so caught up in the chaos of the day that she'd forgotten about the state of her car.
Kara stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. "I leave you alone for a few hours, and you manage to get into trouble. Again."
Jungkook tried to summon her usual charm, her pouty lips and wide, innocent eyes, but it felt half-hearted. To get away from Kara's scolding.
"Mama, it was not my fault! I swear, that man—the charcoal-eyed jerk—he just... he did something, and the car, it just... flew. Like this," Jungkook copied the flying of the car.
"Flew?" Kara raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with Jungkook's excuse. "And then the car just happened to crash down on its own?"
"Yes! I mean, no! Ugh, mama, you don't get it," Jungkook huffed, crossing her arms defensively. "He has this weird magic or something. He just looked at the car, slammed his hand, and then... boom! It was in the air!"
Kara sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Jungkook, do you even hear yourself? Magic? Really?"
Jungkook's frustration reached its peak. Now she doesn't want to explain anything. She stomped her foot, her voice rising. "I'm telling you the truth! It's not like I asked for some random man with freaky powers to mess with me!"
"Jungkook, my dear, you need to be more responsible and practical too. You can't just keep getting into these situations and expecting everything to magically fix itself."
Jungkook's anger exploded again at the word "magically," she muttered under her breath, "If it were up to me, I'd give that jerk a piece of my mind... maybe even a piece of my fist."
Kara shook her head, "Jungkook. Just... try to stay out of trouble, okay?"
Jungkook rolled her eyes but couldn't resist a tiny smile of her own. Kara sighed and turned away, muttering something about needing a strong cup of tea. Jungkook flopped down on the fluffy couch, still fuming. The soft cushions sank her body. Jungkook clenched her fists, eyes glaring at a particular showpiece.
"Magic, she says," Jungkook grumbled, kicking at the air. "As if I am making something like that up. I saw it with my own pretty eyes! That guy—he thinks he's so cool with his dark look and his stupid, mysterious powers. Who does he think he is, anyway?"
