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                                                                                     Ch 4 | Worth

Mirae |

Kookie insisted for me to stay, so I've decided to have a sleepover. Mrs. Jeon was kind enough to call my mother and notice her the changes. As for little Kookie he decided to let go of my hands after holding it for nearly 3 hours. Even though he whined for a few minutes, he let go of my hands just before dinner, he understood that we need our hands to eat.

But now the only problem is–

"No! I don't like it!" Kookie threw the spoon away his nanny held. "It's gross, disgusting, and green!" He yelled on top of his lungs.

"Is he always like this" I asked Mrs. Jeon sitting opposite me.

"Much, much worse. You don't want to experience his tantrums" she looked like she remembered a nightmare.

Oh my god this kid, if it was my brother Dongwook he would get a black eye, a busted lip and an inhuman face by my dear mother and maybe even worse.

"Shall I try" I offered Jisoo, who I came to learn is the nanny's name. She nodded and gave me another spoon to feed Kookie.

"Kookie, Noona is going to feed you. Be a good boy, hmm" I held a spoon filled with vegetable soup.

"I don't like it Noona" he faced the other side from the spoon.

"But Kookie-ah, look it's so tasty" I try to do weird moves pretending it's an airplane.

"No! I. Don't. Like. It!" He screamed kicking his legs in frustration. Tears rolled down his baby cheeks and his smol little nose turned rosy pink.

"Kookie" I sighed giving up. My face pulled a sad frown. I feel like crying.

"Noona, are you crying. O-okay I'll -I'll eat it" he sighed with a pout fiddling his cute fingers together but his face still pulled an angry, annoyed expression.

Haha gotcha, mission accomplished.

"Aw, thank you Kookie-ha. I thought you didn't like me anymore" even though he said he hated me 3 hours ago.

Mrs. Jean and the nanny looked awfully surprised, eyes filled with amazement and new hope; Dear lord I ain't Jesus from the heavens. I guess it's new for them to see Kookie to agree with someone. After a little while, we finished our meals and it's now a good nighty time for all of us.

"Mirae, you can sleep in the room opposite Kookie's" Mrs. Jean pointed at the ceiling since we're downstairs. I was beyond amazed by the design of the large very large sitting room. The pavement is clear; made of white marble reflecting my slim figure.

 The walls are a deep dark red color and a picture of Kookie hung up in the middle. Large flower vases were in either side distributing in the corners as well.

The French windows showed the beautiful dim garden outside. The moon was clear high up the sky as white clear snowflakes rained ever so slowly scintillating by the lights of the mansion. The big crystallized chandelier is giving the effect altogether.

"No!" We looked a Kookie holding my hands in his with a glare fixed at his mother. "Noona is sleeping with me, she's sleeping on my bed"

Mrs. Jean hesitated then let out a tired sigh. She looked at Kookie worried like how a normal mother would at their children "Alright then promise me that you won't wake up at midnight demanding for anything, no snack at midnight. You want water it will be by your nightstand"

I swear Kookie is full of surprises. I'm growing on this cute little kid even though we just met today —and his slightly naughty.

"I make no promises Ajumma" he said annoyingly. Wait —what did he just call his mom? I gasp loudly, does this happen often? I turn to the nanny standing at the side shaking her head. Okay, it does happen very often.

"Jeon Jungkook!" She looked as she has seen a ghost. Well, it is highly embarrassing.

"Kookie" I look at him disapprovingly, he growls under his breath with glare on his face.

"Goodnight, eomma —I promise you that I will wake up for a snack" he pulled my hands to look at him "–Noona let's go" I quickly mutter goodnight to Mrs. Jeon and Jisoo and again they have a surprised look. Kookie is insanely fast he's pulling me up the staircase like 'flash' from the American marvel movies.

When we went to Kookie's bedroom he immediately took off to his walk-in closet and came out with a pair of baby blue pajama. His soft onyx hair is disheveled messily, he walked over at a little desk with a large mirror against the wall on top of the white table there's all the expensive skin products and an expensive white its flower vase.

He looked lost studying all the products with an annoyed glare. I walked over and pulled out a Relaxing night cream for smooth and spotless skin, he looked at me with a blank face. I crouched down to his level "What are you doing" he asked quietly following my hand movements.

I opened the blue lid of the small crystal oval container and took a little bit of cream out "helping you" I smiled at him massaging and applying the cream on his face. Now that I'm close I noticed a beauty mark under his bottom lip. Dear god he's skin is softer than a newborn baby's.

Not long after the touch of his soft skin disappeared. After I fished I applied a night cream on him. He was quite the whole moment occasionally looking at me. I stood up finished, he flashed me a relieved look and opened a drawer.

"Does your Nanny help you every night?" I asked he hummed a yes looking back at me.

His hands held a loose white top, it looks like a Gucci brand, "Noona you can have this for tonight, if you like it you can keep it" He said, I looked inside to check the brand, The top read in a big fancy gold writing 'Gucci'.

"Ah, Kookie I'm not sure your mom will be happy if you give someone this expensive-"

"–Noona, it's because I said so" He huffed stomping his little right foot "–and it ain't expensive it's only ₩ 412,809" Oh.My.God! This money is more than my future.

"Kooki-"

"Noona!"

"How-"

"Noona, you're so annoying!" He looked as if he's about to cry. I panic looking lost, I don't want to hear his loud cries again, I'm too damn tired. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Noona"

"O-okay Kookie, look I'm wearing it. Okay please don't cry" I kneeled down to his level showing him the Gucci top holding it in front of my face for the effect. He frowned deeper and he was nearly ready to let out the loudest cry–

"Okay, okay look" I quickly wore it since I am wearing a very thin fabric under this Gucci top I won't feel hot at night, fortunately, luckily it's snowing as well.

"Kookie, does it look worth wearing it in me" I tried to distract him.

For the record next time I should really listen to him.

"What does worth mean," he asked rubbing both of his eyes with his hands. Aww, he looks so cute, I've seen him somewhere before —but I can't remember where.

"Worth or worthy means if it is important or good for any case you did this for or if someone did for a good outcome" I'm not sure how to even word it even though I know what it means. I sigh at the poor quality of my explanation.

"Noona, the Gucci top is more worthy for you to wear it!"