Unbinding Tradition

84. Let the war begin🔥

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Days went by...

The Jeon residence was unusually silent today, but the air inside was thick with tension. Every member of the household was waiting for one thing—Jung-guk’s result.

It was the day that would decide his future, the day that would either fulfill his dreams or shatter them. The sub-inspector exam result was expected anytime now, and everyone was on edge.

Jungkook sat on the couch, his face impassive as he sipped his tea. But his sharp eyes were fixed on Jung-guk, who was sitting across from him, nervously patting his foot against the floor.

The younger Jeon looked nothing like his usual self. Gone was the carefree, mischievous younger brother who always had a joke ready. Today, he was pale, restless, and chewing on his lower lip as he waited for the dreaded letter.

Jungkook exhaled slowly before asking in his usual stern voice,

Jk- You wrote your exam well, right?

Jung-guk’s eyes snapped up to meet his brother’s. He nodded hesitantly.

Guk- I did my best, Bhai-sa. Still... I’m scared.

Jungkook let out a quiet hmm and continued sipping his tea. He said nothing more, but Jung-guk knew him well enough to understand that he was just as anxious—he just wouldn’t show it.

At that moment, Tae stepped out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She walked towards Jung-guk and held it out to him with a small smile.

Tae- Here’s your tea, Devar-sa.

Jung-guk glanced at the cup but quickly shook his head.

Guk- Thanks, Bhabhi-sa, but I’ll have it later.

Before Tae could insist, Jungkook’s deep voice cut through the air.

Jk- Not eating or drinking anything won’t change your result.

Jung-guk sighed heavily. He knew Jungkook was right, but his stomach was twisted in knots. Still, he took the cup from Tae’s hands, his fingers trembling slightly.

Just then, a sharp knock was heard on the front door.

Everyone’s gaze snapped toward the entrance. The air grew heavier, the silence deafening.

The knock came again, followed by a familiar voice calling,

“Jeon Jung-guk?”

Jungkook and Jung-guk both stood up at the same time. Jung-guk’s heart pounded as he rushed toward the door, already knowing what awaited him. As expected, the postman stood there, holding a brown envelope in his hand.

Jung-guk barely registered the formalities. He quickly signed the register, snatched the envelope, and turned back inside, his breath coming out in short gasps.

His hands shook as he tore the envelope open. His vision blurred slightly as he unfolded the paper, his heartbeat so loud in his ears that he could hardly hear anything else.

Then his world collapsed.

One word.

Fail.

Everything inside him froze. His throat dried up, his chest tightened, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. His sobs threatened to break free, but he held them in—just barely.

He had tried his best. Left behind his carefree attitude. Studied like never before. He had wanted to be responsible, to make his family proud. But he had failed.