Chapter 3: (Author's pov)
As Jungkook stepped out of the shop, lost in his thoughts, he felt a small, sudden impact against his legs. Glancing down, he found a young girl, no older than seven, glaring up at him with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
Her fiery expression was so fierce for someone so small, and before Jungkook could react, she raised her tiny hand and slapped his thigh with all the force her little frame could muster.
Surprised, Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. He crouched down to her level, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Jungkook: What's this?
He asked, his voice playful.
Jungkook: You think you can take me down, huh?
The girl crossed her arms, her pout deepening.
Aaira: Jeon, do you even have eyes, or buttons?
She scolded, her little voice sharp.
Aaira: Or are you just going to run into anyone without looking?
Jungkook chuckled at her boldness, unable to hide his amusement. This little girl had more fire in her than some of the grown men he knew. He reached out and pinched her round, rosy cheeks, causing her to squirm and pout even harder.
Jungkook: Ah, so fierce.
He teased.
Jungkook: Maybe I should be the one apologizing, huh?
She nodded desperately. Jungkook smiled at the little girl's stubborn nod, shaking his head in mock defeat.
Jungkook: Alright, alright, I apologize.
She smiled at him, still pouting.
Jungkook: You're a bad girl who makes her Hyung apologize, aren't you?
He said, pretending to sound serious. But the moment the words left his mouth, she burst into laughter, the sound light and infectious. She couldn't stop giggling, her eyes squeezing shut as her little body shook with joy.
Jungkook: What's so funny, huh?
He asked, tilting his head in confusion but smiling at her uncontrollable laughter.
Aaira: You're not my brother, Jeon.
She shot back through giggles, crossing her arms again in an attempt to seem serious, though the effect was ruined by her amusement. Jungkook chuckled, thoroughly entertained by her sass. He leaned closer, pinching her cheeks again, making her squirm and pout in protest.
Jungkook: Then what am I? Your husband?
He teased, his voice full of mischief. Azura's eyes widened in playful shock, and without missing a beat, she slapped his chest with her small hand, her laughter still bubbling up.
Aaira: Nooo! Ewww!
She whined dramatically, shaking her head, her braids swinging. Jungkook laughed too, pretending to be hurt by her tiny slap, clutching his chest with exaggerated pain.
Jungkook: Ouch! See what I get for trying to be nice? You're a tough one, aren't you?
She nodded proudly, her arms folded as if to declare victory.
Aaira: I am! And you're silly!
Jungkook grinned, thoroughly enjoying the little girl's spirit. There was something refreshing about her fearless nature, the way she spoke without hesitation. It reminded him of simpler days, before all the responsibilities and weight of his world had taken over.
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