stable love

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As the sun's warm rays slowly dipped below the horizon, the sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of serenity. The saffron hues dissolved into the blue expanse, casting a tranquil ambiance over the landscape. The birds, weary from their daily foraging, winged their way back to their nests, their gentle chirping a soothing serenade to the evening.

The Kim Mansion, bathed in the soft glow of twilight, came alive with the warmth of twinkling lights. The estate's grandeur was enhanced by the gentle illumination, its beauty captivating all who beheld it.

Inside, the atmosphere was filled with the aroma of Min-ji's culinary creations. She moved with grace and precision in the kitchen, her heart filled with joy as she prepared the evening meal. Her family's delight in her cooking brought her immense satisfaction, and she reveled in the knowledge that her efforts would soon bring smiles to their faces.

In the living room, Jungkook sat engrossed in his favorite book on Korean history, his eyes scanning the pages with rapt attention. The soft glow of the lamps cast a warm light on his face, his features relaxed in concentration. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the occasional rustle of pages or the distant clinking of dishes from the kitchen.

As the evening unfolded, a sense of peace settled over the Kim Mansion, its inhabitants wrapped in a cocoon of serenity. The world outside receded, and all that remained was the gentle warmth of family, the comfort of tradition, and the simple pleasures of life.

**Jungkook's eyes drifted away from the pages of his book as the doorbell pierced the serene atmosphere. He watched with mild curiosity as a servant hastened to answer the door, revealing two women who entered with an air of confidence.

The younger woman, likely in her twenties, commanded attention with her fitted, knee-length black dress and turtleneck, accentuating her curves. Her face was adorned with heavy makeup, dark eye shadow, and bold red lipstick. A luxury watch gleamed on her wrist, complemented by a Chanel handbag clutched in her hand. Her 7-inch heels clicked on the floor, the sound grating on Jungkook's nerves. Her expression exuded pride, bordering on arrogance.

The older woman, in her fifties, walked beside her, equally bedecked in designer accessories from head to toe. Together, they strode into the living room, their presence seeming to disrupt the peaceful ambiance. With an air of entitlement, they settled onto the sofa, their eyes scanning the room as if claiming ownership......then younger woman whisper to older one, looking at jungkook "Mom he is the one,
about whom baek aunty told us" the older women nodded.

Jungkook's gaze narrowed, his instincts sensing something amiss. He couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort as the women's ostentatious presence clashed with the warm, welcoming atmosphere of the Kim Mansion.

Jungkook's eyes met the gazes of the two women, and he felt a chill run down his spine. Their eyes seemed to bore into his soul, filled with a deep-seated hatred that made him uncomfortable. He couldn't muster the courage to initiate a conversation, unsure of how to navigate the tense atmosphere.

As he stood there, a servant approached with a tray of water, but was suddenly summoned away by a voice from behind. Jungkook noticed the servant's hesitation and understood her predicament.
With a gentle smile, he walked over to the servant and said, "I'll take care of it. You can go." He offered reassuring words, trying to put her at ease. The servant nodded gratefully, clearly relieved to be excused from the uncomfortable situation.

Jungkook then took the tray of water from the servant and approached the two women. He began to serve them water with a quiet dignity, trying to maintain a neutral expression despite the hostile vibes they emitted.

Just as he finished serving them, the older woman, in her fifties, spoke up with an arrogant tone, her voice dripping with condescension. "Since when did the Kim's start getting work done by their son-in-law?" she sneered, her eyes flashing with disdain.