Mama I am in love With a criminal (TK)

chapter 3

The next morning, Jungkook was eating breakfast in bed, still fuming from the day before. Though his mother had coaxed him to sleep with sweet words,

he now understood that things would remain the same. He ate with an adorable frown, his red lips pursed as he continuously chewed on his bread, causing his cheeks to puff up and down.

Every so often, he’d turn to his stuffed bunny and ask if it wanted to eat, to which the plushie always "declined." Satisfied with the response, he turned his gaze back to the LED TV, where he was watching a Doraemon movie with rapt attention.

Two maids stood by the door, observing quietly. One was Lina, the other, a new hire for the day.

“Aww, such a cute boy,” the new maid whispered, “but why are we just standing here?”

“We’re here to see if he actually finishes his breakfast,” Lina responded without looking her way.

“Why don’t we just ask him?” the new maid asked, clearly confused.

“Today, he’s in a mood. Even I can’t face him,” Lina sighed. “I definitely don’t want to go through what John did. Never again.”

“What do you mean? Is he rude?” the new maid asked, curious.

“No, but when he’s angry, he’s like a wild rabbit.”

The new maid glanced at Jungkook, who was now playing with his bunny plushie, cooing softly. “What are you talking about? He looks so sweet and innocent.”

"Really? But what you see isn’t always the truth," Lina remarked with a hint of sarcasm. However, the new girl seemed oblivious, continuing her chatter.

"Actually, I think you all just haven't managed to befriend him. At my last job, I became friends with the younger son in just an hour."

"Oh, really? Can you show me how?" Lina asked sweetly, her curiosity piqued. The new girl grinned widely and nodded.

"Of course! Just watch me," she said confidently, stepping into the room. Lina stood by, listening to the first words the girl uttered to Jungkook, and at that moment, she knew—it would be her first and last day.

Hey there, cutie, can you give me your rabbit plushie? It looks a little dirty, I can wash it for you," the new maid offered, reaching out to touch his beloved Bun Bun.

Khatam. Bye-bye. That’s all Lina thought as she turned to leave, already anticipating the outcome. She barely made it a few steps before she heard the inevitable scream:

"Ahhh! Let go of my hand! You’re hurting me!"

"The snow glowed white on the mountain tonight, not a single footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looked like I’m the queen."

"Let It Go" from Frozen echoed through the speakers, and Jungkook twirled around the room, joyfully dancing with his Bun Bun. He recited the lyrics like poetry, his movements light and carefree. Lina cheered him on from behind, and even the new maid—who, just hours ago, had been overly confident—was now nervously joining in the cheering.

She wasn’t taking any risks. Not after this "wild bunny" bit her earlier. By God, she wasn’t coming back tomorrow. Thanks to Lina, who had stepped in at the right moment and played the song, Jungkook’s favorite. And now, he was dancing and singing with childlike innocence.

No, the maid thought to herself, watching his joyful little face. I’m not falling for it again.

♪ The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside... ♪”