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Ch 8 | Nanny

Mirae |

I coughed the lamb with the help of my brother hitting my back like his life depended on it —thankfully the little lamb landed on his face.

"Oh my, Mirae are you okay," Mrs. Jeon asked.

"I'm okay, just a little lamb chop in my- uh wrong pipe" I laugh it off awkwardly

"Your laugh is so fake" Kookie bums in with a monotone voice. He continues playing on that electronic object with no vail.

The table falls into a quiet silence, an awkward one. How can a 6-year-old be so mean? One moment an innocent, weak child with no protection and another moment a a- Devil from Hell!

Kookie doesn't even seem to be in our awkward bubble, he looks at me for a moment. His greeny eyes wavering with hidden emotions. The color of his eyes change to a darker green color almost glowing black; What's hidden?

His eyes are too eye-capturing as if the electricity swimming in them is trying to swallow me whole. Weirdly all the sounds around me turn into buzzing sounds.

They're enlarging; his pupils are diluting changing into a lighter green color. He cuts the contact off smirking like something bad will happen to me.

Kids can smirk -a fact that needs to be noted in my brain.

"I hope that you agree to the offering. In return I will open up a position for you to study in Seoul Academy of arts and design and hire a professor from some of the prestigious academies to tutor you at home" Mr. Jeon smiled taking a sip of his wine.

Rich people and the ways of their persuasion and tactics. Same as Korean dramas, no lies.

Mom clears her throat with an exaggerated motion. I look up to her only to be finding some pair of glaring eyes, she's nodding her head at me as to —Oh yeah the signal to go with the flaw.

I can sense the thick electricity hitting the side of my head.

"So what do you think" Mrs. Jeon questioned.

The atmosphere is on a serious tension and awkwardness I feel like I'm choosing between life and death. I bite my lips closing my eyes for a sec-

"I think it's a great opportunity for her"

"Eomma!"..."Eomma!"..."Orijina-ah!" Me, my brother and dad exclaimed simultaneously.

"Shall I take that as a yes then"

"Oh yes, yes!" Mom smiled brightly with Mrs. Jeon.

Mom gave me an invisible glare which only I can see. I nod my head towards the two rich couple in front of me "I don't mind giving it a try" I think I'm going to part my lips in half with all the bitings.

"Oh, that is such nice news to hear. I thought it would take more than a day to convince you but I guess your mother is a very ambitious and- mother"

"Eomma, is Noona going to be my serv-"

"Kookie, yes Noona will be your nanny along with Jisoo. It's okay Mrs. Lee don't listen to him" Mrs. Jeon cut off Kookie clinking her wine glass celebrating with the rest of the adults.

I already know what you were going to say you malicious, crude child.

I guess our talk is finished. I look at Kookie with me laughing like a dying donkey in which he returned it with a plain expression then smirked darkly. Not a metaphor.

I really want to teach him some lessons on manners and politeness.

"Kookie-ah"-

"It's Master Jungkook for you —now"