The story revolves around a young boy called JEON JUNGKOOK, who was abandoned by his parents but found solace in his maternal grandmother, who became a blessing in his life.
Unfortunately, fate had different intentions for him, as his ( Maa) grandm...
"The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle."
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Three days had passed since their arrival in South Korea, and the Kim household was a whirlwind of activity and affection. While the initial awkwardness lingered, the love and warmth radiating from the family slowly chipped away at the walls Jungkook had built around himself.
One morning, Hyuna bustled into the living room, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, boys," she announced, holding up a shopping bag. "Time for a makeover!"
Taehyung and Jimin groaned in unison. "Makeover? Eomma, come on!" Taehyung whined.
Jungkook, perched on the edge of the sofa, watched the exchange with a confused expression. "Makeover?" he echoed hesitantly.
Hyuna smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't worry, bunny, it's nothing scary. Just a little pampering session."
Before anyone could protest further, Hyuna ushered them all into the bathroom. The next hour was a symphony of giggles, shrieks, and playful arguments. Hyuna, armed with a variety of face masks and hair products, transformed them into a bizarre masterpiece. Taehyung resembled a green swamp monster with cucumber slices on his eyes, Jimin sported a bright pink face mask that made him look like a cartoon character, and Jungkook, the recipient of a gentle honey mask, felt slightly self-conscious.
As they sat there, plastered with their colorful concoctions, Yeontan, the Kim's Pomeranian, waddled into the bathroom, barking in confusion. He sniffed at Taehyung's green face, then yipped and jumped back in surprise.
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The sight of Yeontan's reaction sent them all into hysterics. Tears streamed down Hyuna's face as she laughed, Taehyung's green mask slipping precariously. Jimin howled with laughter, his pink face mask crinkling comically. Jungkook, unable to contain himself, joined in, his hesitant laughter soon turning into full-blown giggles.
The moment of shared laughter felt like a breakthrough. It erased the remaining awkwardness, replacing it with a sense of camaraderie. As they washed off the gooey masks, Hyuna ruffled Jungkook's hair affectionately.
"There you go, my baby bun," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Looking the prettiest, don't you think?"
Jungkook blushed, a shy smile gracing his lips. The nickname "baby bun" made him feel strangely comfortable, like a warm hug for his heart.
Later that afternoon, Taejun returned home from work. He walked into the living room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Taehyung and Jimin were sprawled on the floor, engrossed in a video game, their faces a mess of leftover face masks and hair products. Yeontan, nestled between them, was chewing on a discarded hairband.
