what will happen when a 17 year old young boy falls in love with his uncle who is so older than him. He will wait for him for years but will his uncle accept his love?
"Haha nice joke, Jungkook. I mean come on! You can't love me, you are too young...
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♡UNCLE KIM♡ [ Edited || reposted ] 12.02.2024
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Okay so as you know ( if you don't then you will know now ) i unpublished this one FF just to edit all the parts. I'm publishing it again. You have to read everything from the starting to the ending as I have edited all the parts of this FF each and every words as well. I didn't changed the storyline.
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A boy lay sound asleep in his room, oblivious to the world outside. The alarm clock on the floor, broken and abandoned, was proof of his morning rebellion—he had hurled it aside rather than turn it off.
It was already 11 a.m., but the boy was unfazed. It was Sunday, after all, and waking up early wasn’t on his agenda. Downstairs, his mother’s calls echoed through the house, but he ignored them. His mind was lost in dreams of his crush and the whimsical fantasies of young love.
Suddenly, the room's air grew warm. The fan and air conditioning had been turned off. With a groggy groan, the boy reluctantly acknowledged this rude interruption to his slumber.
He opened his eyes and saw his mother standing near the switchboard, a pink pan in her hand. The stern look on her face spelled trouble.
“What now?” he muttered, pouting.
“Get up! I've been calling you for half an hour, and you didn’t even bother to respond,” she scolded.
“But, Eomma, it’s Sunday! Let me sleep,” he protested, pulling the blanket over his head.
His mother’s next words jolted him awake.
“Jungkook, your Uncle is coming from London today,” she announced, a playful smile on her face, as if anticipating his reaction.
“Uncle? Uncle Kim?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, the drowsiness replaced by excitement.
He jumped out of bed and dashed to his mother, his voice trembling with anticipation. “Do you mean Uncle Kim?”
“Yes, but why is my son so thrilled at hearing his name?” she teased, her eyes twinkling knowingly.
Jungkook blushed, his face turning crimson. He couldn’t hide his happiness.
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“I just… I haven’t seen him in four years,” he admitted, his voice soft. His chest felt heavy, as if longing filled every corner. His eyes stung with unshed tears.
“Do you miss him that much?” Mrs. Jeon asked gently.
“So much, Eomma,” Jungkook replied, his bittersweet smile betraying his emotions.
“When’s he coming? Where will he stay? How long will he be here? Is he going back to London? Will he leave me again?” Jungkook’s questions tumbled out in rapid succession.
Mrs. Jeon chuckled at her son’s enthusiasm. “He’s arriving this evening. He was planning to stay at a hotel, but your Appa invited him to stay with us. The rest of your questions… you’ll have to ask him yourself, Jungkook. You’re 21 now—be brave,” she said, gently patting his head.
“Yes, Eomma,” Jungkook replied, nodding.
“Now, go get ready and clean your room. You know how Uncle Kim feels about messy spaces,” she reminded him with a smile.
“Okay, Eomma,” Jungkook agreed, feeling shy but determined.
Mrs. Jeon left, wishing her son luck for the reunion.
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“Good morning, Appa,” Jungkook greeted his father with a kiss on the cheek. Mr. Jeon, engrossed in his newspaper, looked up with a chuckle.
“It’s already afternoon, young man,” Mr. Jeon teased.
Jungkook pouted and sat beside him. “I’m not sorry, Appa. Sundays are for oversleeping.”
“Or for dreaming about your crush?” his father joked, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Alright, alright. Did you eat?” Mr. Jeon asked, changing the topic.
“I did. What about you?” Jungkook replied.
“I’ve had breakfast. By the way, your mom mentioned Uncle Kim’s visit.”
“Yes! Can I come with you to pick him up? Please?” Jungkook asked, flashing his signature puppy eyes.
Mr. Jeon looked away quickly, knowing his resolve would waver. “No, you can’t. You’ve got homework. Besides, he’s staying here, so you’ll see him soon enough.”
Jungkook sighed, accepting defeat.
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Back in his room, Jungkook rummaged through his wardrobe, frustration etched on his face. “I have nothing to wear! Why, God, why?” he complained dramatically.
Mrs. Jeon walked in. “What’s wrong now?”
“I don’t have anything to wear, Eomma,” Jungkook whined.
“You’ve got a closet full of clothes,” she pointed out.
“Yes, but I’ve already worn them all. I don’t have anything special!” he lamented.
Mrs. Jeon sighed. “I knew this would happen. That’s why I bought you something new,” she said, handing him a neatly wrapped box.
Jungkook stared in surprise. “When did you—?”
“I hid it from you. Now get ready and come help me in the kitchen,” she instructed, leaving him to prepare for Uncle Kim’s arrival.
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