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Mirae |
I drooped my eyes as my heavy body sat on the comfortable expansive, white sofa facing Mrs. Jeon who flipped a few papers on her hands.
Now that I look at her she looks like she's in her mid-twenties but in reality, the lady is in her early thirties.
What's her secret for good skincare? I guess I just have to sneak into her room and look for it myself.
Or maybe now that I think about it I don't need it. My teacher was very successful at embarrassing me —supposedly thinking that I was a junior in high school.
"So you need any more tuition from Namjoon?" Mrs. Jeon interrupted my thoughts.
"I don't think I do, I can speak English just fine" I smiled, Mr. Namjoon was exceptionally a very good teacher he has taught me a lot over the few years with... Jungkook always sat in a corner glaring daggers at Namjoon.
Poor man, imagine how it would feel having a 7-year-old staring wholes or even daggers at your head. It continued for a few years until I didn't need any more tuition.
And every single day there wasn't a time where our King of Devils missed a second glaring at my teacher.
"Mirae did you by chance enter the new fashion week's competition" The lady sat in front of me asked. She seemed a little taken back when I nodded my head but quickly replaced with a smile.
Was I wrong to enter?
She noticed my discomfort chuckling "It's okay dear, I never thought you would try out. I mean the competition will be hard"
Did I just get provoked or silently insulted? I chew my lips releasing a thoughtful sigh "Actually I never wanted to enter, one of my good friends persuaded me" I never even wanted to enter the stupid competition. What does she take me as? A rouge.
"Don't worry it will be easy"
I have a strong urge to roll my eyes at her. I'll show you Mrs. Jeon that I will win this competition.
Mark my words.
Suddenly the door opened bashing an ugly against the velvet wall. And in came Jeon Jungkook, he tightly held the doorknob frowning at Mrs. Jeon.
"Eomma, I can't find my remote control for my room's LED light and holographic movie switch" guys I am not old. I'm just an introvert person.
So what is he talking about?
"I'm sure maybe is under your bed or somewhere in the corners of your room" he whined at his mother's respond stomping his feet.
"Eomma!" He crossed his arms "can you stop treating me like a slave! I didn't get my 20K share for this month"
