Jungkook, your stepbrother
The world had split in two for me: a "before" full of my mother's laughter, and a "after" that smelled of dust, moving, and a painful absence. She was seventeen years old when the illness took her, and a year later, my father, with a mended heart and a face more tired than usual, made a decision that would change the landscape of our lonely house: He would marry Seoyun. Seoyun was the antithesis of the storm that had shaken us. She was calm, orderly and had a smile that managed to soften my father's worry wrinkles. But with her, also came the most uncertain and fascinating variable: her son, Jeon Jungkook. When Jungkook crossed the threshold of our house for the first time, I thought I would meet the typical reserved or even hostile teenager. Instead, I saw a boy about my age, maybe a little taller, with big, bright eyes who seemed genuinely uncomfortable with the situation. He was carrying a poorly balanced box of comics and a sweatshirt
About Jungkook, your stepbrother
The world had split in two for me: a "before" full of my mother's laughter, and a "after" that smelled of dust, moving, and a painful absence. She was seventeen years old when the illness took her, and a year later, my father, with a mended heart and a face more tired than usual, made a decision that would change the landscape of our lonely hou...Read more