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My Pretty Noona [JJK]

Ayyo I'm back sapphires

Warning ⚠️: Veryyyyy long chapter. More than 3500 words. It's just like a short movie.
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15 years ago

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Loud wails filled the room, originating from a five-year-old child. Despite efforts to pacify the little one, their agitation only escalated.

"What do my cute little kookie wants?" The woman, in her early thirties, cooed in a gentle, babyish tone to her son.

The youngster gazed up at her, tears pooling in his eyes, his little mouth downturned in a pout as he shot her an angry glare.

Upon not getting any answer, she concluded.

"Ohhhh, you want chocolates, right!?" She enthusiastically said, but again the loud cries cut her off.

The door swung open, revealing an eight-year-old with an air of curiosity and energy in her surrounding. She had different sparkle in her eyes, a wide grin on her face, and her tousled hair hinted at a day full of adventures.

"Ah, Y/N, come in, dear," the woman called, beckoning with a wave of her fingers.

"Play with him please, while I go make some lunch. You are fine with it, right?" The woman stood up, looking at Y/N for answers.

"Yes, I am fine. I heard you were having some troubles. I am here to the rescue!" Y/N cutely giggled, making the woman smile. She nodded and immediately went outside the room.

Now, the little notorious fellow was left with the kid alone.

Y/N's gaze shifted to the child, catching him already observing her with a curious glint in his eyes.

"H-Hello" The kid greeted her, to which she nodded in acknowledgement, not knowing what to speak.

"Reply!" The child furiously pounded his fist against his thigh, casting an angry glare her way.

"What am I supposed to speak? You are a literal kid." She rolled her eyes as she faced him, properly now.

"You-You a k-kid as well!" He spoke in his babyish voice, pointing at her.

"I am an older kid. You're a small kid. I am eight years old, while you hardly know counting." Y/N laughed at his feeble attempts of counting his age on his fingers.

"F-Fi-ve" He muttered to himself.

"I've been coming here since long now. You should've known about it." Y/N pouted, crossing her tiny arms against her chest.

"Sowwy, Y/N noona," the child said in an apologetic and endearing tone, his words laced with innocence.

The child crawled towards his beloved Y/N noona, attempting to wrap her in his small arms, though she still towered over him with her bigger size.

Y/N giggled at his earnest but futile attempts, gently pushing him away before rising from the bed.

He thought she was about to leave, so he erupted into tears of rage, thrashing his arms and legs while his body quivered with fury, jumping in a fit of anger.