Brother | J.JK| one shots

Mr. Responsible Guardian|17|2/2

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Jung-mi decided to join Jungkook downstairs for dinner. As she descended the staircase, she could hear the clinking of utensils and the faint aroma of the meal that awaited her.

Entering the dining room, Jung-mi found Jungkook already seated at the table. He looked up as she approached, a small nod acknowledging her presence.

"Hope you're not expecting a Michelin-star chef. I'm no culinary genius," he remarked, attempting a light-hearted tone.

Jung-mi took a seat, offering a cheeky smile. "As long as it's edible, I'm good. Michelin stars can wait."

The dinner was a somewhat silent affair, punctuated by the occasional clinking of cutlery. Jungkook seemed engrossed in his thoughts, and Jung-mi, true to form, couldn't resist breaking the silence.

"So, Mr. Responsible Guardian, what's the deal with all the secrecy and mystery around you? Are you, like, the James Bond of the underworld?" she teased, twirling a strand of hair.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm far from being James Bond. My world is not as glamorous as you might think."

"Oh, come on! There's got to be some thrilling stories from the dark side," Jung-mi prodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

He sighed, realizing she wouldn't let it go easily. "It's not a storybook life, Jung-mi. It comes with its challenges, and I don't want you getting involved in any of it."

She leaned back, adopting a thoughtful expression. "Challenges, huh? Well, challenges are my middle name. Maybe I'll add a little excitement to your dull, responsible world."

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at her audacity. "Excitement is not necessarily a good thing in my world."

"We'll see about that, big brother," she retorted, flashing a mischievous grin.

As Jung-mi pushed her empty plate away, she leaned back in her chair and looked at Jungkook with a sly smile. "So, Mr. Responsible Guardian, care to spill the beans about where you disappear to all the time?"

Jungkook glanced at her, his expression guarded. "I have work, Jung-mi. Things to take care of."

"Work, huh? That sounds a bit vague. What kind of work keeps you so mysterious and busy?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her eyes.

He sighed, considering how much to reveal. "I'm involved in certain business ventures, nothing that concerns you."

Jung-mi leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Business ventures? You mean, like, being a secret agent or something? Come on, you can trust me with your spy stories."

Jungkook chuckled, not giving in to her teasing. "It's not spy stories, Jung-mi. Just... matters that require my attention."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. "Matters that require your attention, huh? You're not running some underground empire, are you? Maybe you're the mysterious boss everyone fears."

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, nothing like that. Just trying to make a living and navigate through the complexities of life."

Jung-mi leaned back, crossing her arms. "Well, if you ever decide to share your mysterious life story, I'm all ears. Until then, I'll just have to imagine you as the elusive, enigmatic brother."

Jungkook couldn't help but be amused by her theatrics. "Imagination can be a dangerous thing, Jung-mi. Don't let it run too wild."

She winked at him. "Oh, I thrive on danger, big brother. Get used to it."