Unbinding Tradition

53. Tension 😔

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The evening sun bathed the Jeon Haveli in warm hues as Tae entered her room, carrying a tray of freshly brewed tea for Jungkook. She stopped abruptly at the sight before her.

Jungkook was seated on the bed, shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose shorts. His long hair looked messy, slightly falling over his forehead, and his beard was thick, giving him a rough appearance. He was absentmindedly caressing his beard while his sharp eyes scanned the documents in front of him.

Tae hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering at the sight. But then an idea struck her. Jungkook had always teased her mercilessly—this was her chance to turn the tables.

She set the tray down on the nearby table and walked toward him, putting on her best dramatic expression.

Tae- Oh my God! Who is this gangster? And what are you doing in my room, huh? (she exclaimed loudly)

Jungkook’s brows furrowed as he looked up from his documents, his sharp gaze meeting hers.

Jk- What nonsense are you talking about? (he asked, his voice tinged with confusion)

Tae crossed her arms, faking anger.

Tae- How dare you enter my room! My Sa will beat the life out of you. Get out of here!

He leaned back slightly, an amused smirk forming on his lips.

Jk- Your Sa? Biwi-sa, I am your Sa. (he said, his voice steady and teasing)

Tae gasped mockingly, narrowing her eyes.

Tae- Oh really? But you look nothing like my Sa. These messy, overgrown locks and that wild beard—what is this? You look more like a gangster than a collector!

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he replied,

Jk- And you, Biwi-sa, look more like a homeless woman these days.

Her eyes widened in shock, her lips parting in disbelief.

Tae- How dare you call me that! (she snapped, her hands on her hips)

He chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the room.

Jk- Truth is truth, Bawri Chori. No one can deny it.

Tae glared at him, her cheeks puffing slightly in anger. With a huff, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, muttering under her breath,

Tae- No matter what I do, he always wins. Hmph!

She descended the stairs, her expression still sour. As she reached the main hall, she spotted Mrs. Jeon arranging some flowers in a vase. She hesitated for a moment before walking up to her mother-in-law.

Tae- Ma-sa... (she called softly, her voice tinged with nervousness)

Mrs. Jeon turned to her, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her daughter-in-law.

Mrs Jeon- What is it, Banno? You look troubled.

Tae bite her lip, hesitating before asking,

Tae- Ma-sa… how do I look?

Mrs. Jeon tilted her head in confusion at the sudden question but smiled warmly. She reached out to caress Tae’s cheek.

Mrs Jeon- You look beautiful, my dear. Among all the women in the haveli, you shine the brightest. Always like a freshly bloomed flower. And your thick, long hair—it makes you look almost divine, like a Goddess.

Tae’s lips curved into a small smile at her mother-in-law’s kind words, but she quickly looked down, sulking.

Tae- But Sa said I look like a homeless woman. (she muttered)