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Chapter 1: The New Teacher
Jungkook stirred awake as the soft morning light filtered through her bedroom window, casting a gentle glow over the pastel-colored walls adorned with posters of her favorite K-pop idols. She blinked her large doe eyes, momentarily disoriented before a smile crept onto her face. Today was another day, and she was ready to embrace it.
Sitting up in her cozy bed, she noticed the stuffed animals lining her pillow-her loyal companions through countless nights of sweet dreams and occasional tears. Her heart swelled with warmth as she looked at them, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort. Jungkook was small for her age, barely reaching five feet, and her petite frame often made her look even younger than she was. With her fair skin, soft pink tint on her cheeks, and long dark hair cascading in gentle waves down her back, she radiated an innocent charm that could melt anyone's heart.
She jumped out of bed, her tiny feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor, and rushed to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth with her pink toothbrush, the sweet aroma of strawberry paste filled her mouth, invigorating her senses. After rinsing, she hurriedly put on her uniform-a crisp white shirt and a short plaid skirt that swayed gently around her legs as she moved. She pulled up her knee-high socks, the soft fabric hugging her legs snugly.
After slipping on her uniform, Jungkook grabbed her hairbrush from her dresser. With deft hands, she carefully braided her long dark hair, securing the end with a pink ribbon that matched her socks. She glanced at herself in the mirror, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of anxiety. Today was the day she would meet her new teacher, Mr. Kim Taehyung.
With a final check of her appearance, Jungkook darted to the kitchen, drawn by the enticing aroma wafting through the air. As she entered the room, her parents looked up from the dining table, their faces lighting up with joy.
"Good morning, sweetie!" her mother greeted, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Did you sleep well?"
"Morning, Mom! Morning, Dad!" Jungkook beamed, her smile brightening the room. She was the apple of her parents' eyes, a sweet ball of kindness that never failed to make them proud.
"Guess what?" her father said, his voice brimming with excitement. "We got your report card yesterday! All A's again!"
Jungkook's cheeks flushed with happiness as she hopped into her chair. "Really? You mean it?" Her heart raced with the joy of their approval. She loved nothing more than to see her parents proud of her.
"Of course, we mean it!" her mother said, serving a plate of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup and topped with fresh strawberries. "You've worked so hard, and it shows. We adore you, Kookie."
Her father nodded in agreement, reaching across the table to ruffle her hair affectionately. "You're our little genius. We knew you could do it!"
Jungkook's heart fluttered at their words. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Her parents had always supported her, nurturing her dreams and ambitions. They often praised her kindness, how she was always there for her friends, helping them with their homework and cheering them up when they felt down.
As she dug into her breakfast, thoughts of her friends filled her mind. They were an extension of her family, and she cherished the moments they spent together-laughing, studying, and sharing secrets. Jungkook had a special way of making everyone feel loved and accepted, and it wasn't unusual for her classmates and teachers to shower her with affection in return.
