Enthralled || Liskook

Chapter 64

Lisa clutched the handle of her luggage, its weight a grounding presence amidst the swirling chaos. This surprise visit was turning disastrously wrong. He wasn't here. A knot of disappointment tightened in her stomach. 

Instead of a joyous reunion, she found herself marooned on a plush sofa in the heart of Busan Club. The grand first floor hall, usually bustling with activity, was eerily quiet. 

A solitary cup of chrysanthemum tea sat untouched before her, its delicate aroma a stark counterpoint to the churning unease in her gut. 

As the "wife of the boss,” she was now the unwilling center of attention. Curious eyes, both young and old, converged on her. 

Familiar faces from upstairs and down offered polite smiles, murmurs of "Mrs. Jeon" mppling through the air. 

For those who didn't recognize her, the Little girl at the front desk readily dispensed information, turning Lisa into an unwilling celebrity. 

Professional players manetamed a semblance of decorum, content with a cursory nod. 

But the younger generation, a gaggle of boys bordering on adolescence, were less restrained. 

Towering figures, easily exceeding 1.8 meters with legs that seemed to stretch on forever, they surrounded her hike with an eager pack of puppies. 

Lisa couldn't help but notice how much they'd grown. 

“Little Aunt sounds so old," one of them piped up, a mischievous glint in his dimpled cheeks. “We'll call you, Sister Lisa instead.” 

A sharp nudge from someone nearby sent the boy stumbling. "She's Little Uncle's wife! You can't call her Sister,” the voice hissed. 

The boy, unfazed by the nudge, retorted with a grin, “Hey, it's not my fault, Little Uncle eats tender grass! Right, Sister?” 

A deep voice boomed from the doorway. A man, burned and breathless, rushed up the steps. “Age isn't a factor here, kid," he declared, a playful glint in his eyes. 

As he spoke, he reached. into his pocket, a glint of silver catching the light. With a flick of his wnst, he tossed something towards the group. 

The teenager hesitated for a moment, but before he could react, another, faster boy snatched it mid air. It was a dark chocolate bar, still wrapped. 

“Thanks, Little Uncle!” the receiver exclaimed with a smile. 

With a final burst of laughter, the group dispersed. 

Lisa ran a hand through her hair, self consciously smoothing down strands that had escaped her morning braid. 

A jolt of surprise shot through her as she caught her reflection on the phone screen. 

Gone was her usual short, neat hairstyle. In its place, a spiky, inch long buzz cut seemed to mock her from the screen. Not exactly ideal for meeting her parents for the first time since the haircut, especially considering her surprise visit had gone awry. 

Thankfully, she had ironed her clothes the night before. As long as she stayed within the confines of the dorm, it wouldn't be too disastrous. 

Jungkook's meticulously planned day had unraveled. Picking her up at the airport, then changing into something more presentable before heading to her house all out the window. 

Now, after answering Lisa's call, even the airport trip was scrapped. 

Now, facing Lisa in the bustling hall, a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes.