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...𝓐 𝓒𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰
: ̗̀➛ When the sun goes down and the night is in charge, that's when monsters creep out of their holes. Beware, you might get eaten.
Taking a look at how Jeon J...
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❛ Insight - III❜
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Perspective - Yoongi
Jungkook was a little shit when I met him for the first time, all snuggled up in his mother's arms in the fluffiest blanket I had ever seen. His cheeks were as round as the stuffed rabbit I had at that time and for 3 solid days, I had thought that he was a rabbit with his big eyes and red nose. I would be lying if I said he still doesn't resemble one.
I was 3 whilevisiting the Jeon manor in the celebration of his birth with my parents. There weren't a lot many people, just some friends of his father's and their families, among which was my own father.
Now you might be wondering what kind of a 3 year old has such amazing memory - I am a genius is what.
My father, Minister Min Wooyoung was one of the greatest friends of Jungkook's father, Jaekyung, who was a sea merchant. He also knew Jungkook's mother, Bora, who was a lady herself, daughter of another minister. I think their families were close too, or maybe not, I don't know, I don't remember much.
Regardless of the number of people who attended, the celebration was grand, like his father left no leaf unturned. Every inch of the house was decorated, there were countless number of varieties of food, servants running around, fucking brightness everywhere with grandass imported chandeliers he had got his hands on from one of his foreign trips (its still in the house today somewhere), hell even fireworks were arranged as an evening show followed by a buffet of deserts and you won't catch me lying when I say that fireworks back in the day were reserved only for royal affairs of the King,(his grandpa would have pulled some strings so that they wouldn't get arrested), so them using those gunpowder nightmares (i was afraid of loud sounds) must have meant that they were extremely elated to have Jungkook be born to them.
I remember that when I had seen all of that grandiose, I had found myself wondering if my parents too had a celebration of such caliber over my birth.
I don't think they did though, my parents were rich but my father was a very stupid, kind and generous man. He would rather donate the money to the needy than hold a party over the birth of a mere infant, doesn't matter if it's his own blood. Eh, it's not like I care or anything.
I remember when we walked in, with my cheeks filled to the brim with cupcakes I had grabbed on the way and towards Mrs.Jeon - as I had been asked to address her as - sitting on a large daybed looking like a beautiful fairy my nannies had told me bedtime stories about, when my own mother never bothered even wishing me good night. Eh, it's not like I care.
