Nabi shuffled out of bed. Shivers running down her spine as her leg came in contact with the cold floor.
She had to get ready for another day.
Maybe this day was a little different.
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After about of 10 minutes of waiting the Jeon's finally arrived.
Their car parked in front of the large black gate.
All the children had gathered to greet them. After all these kind of things din't happen often.
Soo-ji stood next to her.
As the gates opened, a tall man in about his mid 40's entered. She recognized him instantly.
A woman not much younger than the man followed suit. She was small and petite but she looked stunning in her own way. Her elegant mannerism din't go unnoticed and the way she carried herself was astounding.
Their son followed them. He wore a bucket hat.His head hung low.
Maybe he din't want to visit us?
Nabi was curious she wanted to have a peek of his face. After all her friend had sparked this in her.
Slowly he lifted his gaze. His dark brown orbs meeting her blue ones.
The moment her eyes met his she couldn't stop blushing.
He looked stunning. Breathtaking.
Why was she blushing? It was not like he had asked her out or something.
Soo-ji nudged her shoulder. "Doesn't he look handsome?" She whispered.
Yes.
"No",Nabi shot back.
Ms.choi,the caretaker, a women in her forties shortly moved forward to welcome the Jeon's.
They greeted each other as the newly arrived guest turned towards the children.
Nabi and others bowed their heads as to show respect.
"You might already know but this young man here is my son, Jungkook",mr.Jeon introduced.
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A/N
If you are wondering why the title is 'Butterfly',
'Nabi' translates to 'butterfly' in Korean.
Edit: I changed up his parent's age a bit ehe because I dint really do the math so✌🏽🤡
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