In Seoul, South Korea, the rude and occasionally brash billionaires, BTS, encounter a remarkable young boy named Jungkook, who ends up becoming their bodyguard. Unbeknownst to them, Jungkook possesses unique gifts and abilities that set him apart fr...
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The girls and the butler followed the billionaire boys lead, their faces etched with a mix of concern and fear.
Among them, Hana stood bewildered, her hands still clutching a neatly folded piece of laundry. The rhythmic act of folding abruptly interrupted when Taehyung, wide-eyed and breathless, barged into the room, his sudden entrance causing her heart to skip a beat. Before she could gather her thoughts or voice her confusion, he swiftly seized her by the arm, the urgency in his grip demanding her immediate attention.
Time seemed to blur as Hana found herself being hurried along, pulled along by Taehyung's insistent urgency. Her attention was then pulled away from Taehyung to Nari.
Nari's movements were wild and frantic, struggling within the grasp of Jimin's arms. Her voice quivered with fear and desperation, reverberating through the air like a haunting echo. "We can't abandon him! What if something terrible happens to him? We must go back!" Her words spilled forth in a torrent of anguish, the weight of her concern etched on her tear-stained face.
However, before Nari's cry could fully reverberate, Mrs. Dokgo's voice sliced through the air with a stern warning. She sought to quell her daughter's rising panic, her authoritative tone revealing a deep-rooted concern for their collective well-being. "That's enough, Nari." The urgency of the situation hung heavy, but Mrs. Dokgo understood the importance of keeping a clear mind amid chaos.
But, as Nari's emotional turmoil persisted, and Mrs. Jeon stepped forward, in with gentle hands, she reached out and cupped the distressed girl's face, her touch tender yet firm. The worry etched across Mrs. Jeon's face mirrored Nari's own anguish, a reflection of the shared bond they held with Jungkook.
"Nari," she whispered. The room fell silent, the cacophony of emotions suspended in midair as all eyes focused on the poignant connection between the two. Mrs. Jeon's words hung in the air, an anchor of solace amidst the tempest. "Jungkook will be alright. I would never have left him if I didn't have complete faith in his ability to care for himself."
Nari found herself unable to articulate her thoughts verbally, resorting instead to a simple nod to convey her understanding. Moments later, when her voice returned, she spoke softly, barely above a whisper. "Okay," she uttered. With trust in Jimin's guidance, she allowed herself to be led once again.
As they navigated through the house, they eventually found themselves inside Namjoon's expansive closet. Nari observed her surroundings, taking in the intricate details of the closet's exterior while her eyes glanced over the reflections in the numerous mirrors adorning the ceiling and the glass floor. The closet, a testament to Namjoon's refined taste and impeccable fashion sense, was elegantly designed and meticulously organized.
