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"… hello."
A house where the cold wind blows like a freezer.
It was my voice that broke the silence. I bowed my head slightly and greeted the seven men standing before me.
“…. Hello.” Seokjin
A man who looked like the eldest spoke to me. Of course, he didn't look well at all. Hmm, so this is what they mean by a rotten expression. From his eyes to his mouth, it really was written all over him, "I don't like you." Seriously.
"Okay, kids - this is Jiyeon, and she's going to be your little sister and brother from now on. Don't fight, and don't bully her, okay?"
The seven of them nodded in unison,
Well - I'm sure everyone is shaking their heads inside.
My parents both worked. So, I don't know who they were, but they adopted other children out of fear that the three Kims in this household would feel lonely. But with only boys, the house felt dull, so they decided to bring in a girl. And of all people, it just so happened to be me.
Usually, in novels like this, the only adopted female character is always cute and friendly. But I'm a neighborhood punk, I hate cuteness, and I've been a dog for a long time.
At that moment, a man who appeared to be the eldest opened his mouth.
“… Since we’re going to live together, we should introduce ourselves.” Seokjin
“Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Seokjin, 23 years old.”
An awkward smile hung on his lips.
“… 21 years old, Min Yoongi.”
“I’m Kim Namjoon, 22 years old.”
“Jung Ho-seok, 21 years old.”
“….. I’m Park Jimin, 20 years old. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Kim Taehyung, 20 years old. Nice to meet you, noona.”
“…..”
The last boy. A high school student, I think. He barely opens his mouth, just staring at me. He probably doesn't like me.
"Jungkook, even if we don't talk, we should make a formal statement." Seokjin
A man named Seokjin tries to persuade the child and barely manages to get him to say hello.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook, 19 years old. My room is off-limits.”
This is ridiculous.
Even if you want to go in, you can't go in.
“My name is Jiyeon. I’m 22 years old. I look forward to working with you in the future.”
Really, it was just a courtesy. He nodded slightly and continued.
“Where should I sleep?”
Then, Seokjin silently led me to the second floor, where I found myself in a room with a soft atmosphere. It definitely felt different from the orphanage, a place called home.
Those seven people must have been a bit nerve-wracking, but at least having some space to think alone was a relief.
"Just take a quick look around and come down. I have a few questions and things I can tell you." Seokjin
it's bothering.
Still, he nods his head.
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[ A few minutes later ]
…The living room isn't much different from before. Coming down from the second floor, it's hard to tell if you're in Alaska or South Korea. There's no need to be so stern.
“.. So.” Seokjin
“You lived in an orphanage before coming to our house, right?”
Ah, now I get it. This guy is in control here.
"yes."
“What did you do at the orphanage?” Seokjin
“…”
“Do I really need to know?”
"I already know." Namjoon
“I heard you were a thug in the neighborhood.”
“Are you doing gangster things because that’s all you have to do?”
These people don't know about me.
Do you think I did that because I had nothing better to do, you stupid people?
"Don't beat up people from now on." Namjoon
“It’s a warning.”
"…. her."
I quit everything when I left the orphanage anyway. Why bother…
I think so, but if I say that, I think this house will freeze over, so I decide to stop.
Life as an adopted child is more difficult than you might think -
It seems like it will be difficult.
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“And the only rule in our house.” Jungkook
"Everyone's personal space is not invaded. You, especially, are never to enter my room."
“.. I get it, but you keep talking informally to me.”
“I don’t feel the need to use formal language.” Jeongguk
Huh. I'm really speechless.
There was no need for me to deal with this unruly high school student. I could just live in this house like a dead mouse.
God, please make those humans pay no attention to me.
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