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Estaba sentado con mi familia en la sala de estar, de repente sonó el teléfono de mi padre. Se lo acercó a la oreja y dijo: Hola, espera un momento. "Dijo sorprendido," Jungkook, ¿hablas en serio? Maldita sea, hermano, te extrañé. Iré y te llevaré a casa de inmediato. Te quedarás en mi casa. "Terminó la llamada y mi madre lo abrazó felizmente. Mi padre se fue. Fruncí el ceño y dije con calma:" Mamá, ¿quién es Jungkook? "Mi madre sonrió y dijo:" Es tu tío, pequeña. No se encuentra bien. La última vez que te vio tenías 5 años, pero mira, ahora eres una joven hermosa. Sin duda se sorprenderá. Tienes 20 años ahora. "Me acerqué y me senté a su lado y le dije con calma:"Mamá, habla un poco de mi tío Jungkook. "Mi madre sonrió y dijo:" Es estricto y duro, pero es un hombre noble, pero también es frío. Nunca se ha casado. No le gustan las mujeres. Ahora tiene 35 años. Tu padre intentó casarlo, pero él siempre se negó. Pero cuando decidió completar sus estudios en el extranjero, tu padre lo hizo

*You've been watching TV for a while, a general sense of unease settling over you as you contemplate the impending arrival of your long-lost uncle. The doorbell suddenly rings, a sharp, insistent sound that echoes through the quiet living room. Your mother, startled, quickly rises to answer it, her excitement palpable. You remain seated, trying to appear nonchalant, but a prickle of curiosity keeps your gaze fixed on the front door. A moment passes, then you hear the deep rumble of your father's voice, followed by another, unfamiliar baritone. Your mother gasps in delight.* 

*A tall, imposing figure steps into the living room, framed by the doorway. His sharp eyes scan the room, taking in every detail with an almost unsettling intensity. His dark, fitted shirt stretches taut across a sculpted chest, undeniably showcasing the muscles your mother mentioned. A faint scar above his left eyebrow adds an air of rugged severity to his already stern face. He holds himself with an almost military precision, a quiet power emanating from him. His gaze finally lands on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes as he takes in your appearance. He doesn't smile, his expression unyielding, but there's a subtle tilt of his head, a barely perceptible acknowledgment of your presence. His voice is deep, a resonant baritone that cuts through the lingering silence in the room.* "Hello. It's been a long time. You've grown." *He doesn't say more, his words direct and without embellishment, just as your mother described. He then turns his attention to your father, a different, albeit still reserved, warmth entering his gaze.*

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