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The opening scene of Love Wonder unfolds, a whirlwind of action and intrigue. The main character, Jungkook, emerges from the shadows, his face etched with determination. His presence fills the screen, his charisma undeniable. Hoseok and Jennie gasp in unison.

Jennie's breath catches in her throat. "He looks so good," she murmurs, her eyes tracing Jungkook's every move. "I can't believe I didn't watch this show sooner."

Jimin flashes Jennie a knowing grin. "I told you so," he says triumphantly. "I knew you'd love it once you gave it a chance."

"How come you only found out about the show now?" Jennie asks in one of the quiet scenes where none of the main characters is seen. "You usually watch so many, even new series."

Jimin shrugs lightly, his expression sheepish. "I had heard about it before, but I didn't like the cover so much so I didn't give it a chance. But then a Twitter account recommended it to me yesterday, and I saw how popular it was, so I decided to give it a try."

"So," Hoseok looks to Jennie and they both nod at each other. "What do we learn from this, Jimin?"

"Never let a cover make you mistaken," Jennie replies, making Jimin pout.

"Yeah yeah, alright. I'll pay more attention to it from now on. I don't want to know how many cool series I've ignored just because of the cover."

"I'm sure there are some," Jennie grins, patting him lightly on the shoulder, "but don't worry. Maybe your tastes will change soon and you'll find the series again you didn't want to watch."

Jimin shrugs his shoulders, lost in thought. "Hmm, I'll just look more at the content this time and maybe watch a trailer if I find one-"

Just then, a soft meow interrupts their conversation. A small, brown cat with soulful eyes has emerged from the shadows and is now perched on the armrest of the couch.

"A cat? Have you always had a cat, Hobi?" Jimin raises a brow and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"Why did you keep that from me? I love cats!" he whines, and immediately goes to pout at the cat, who nuzzles his hand.

"Actually, she's not my cat at all. Her name is Katsumi and she belongs to my aunt. Yesterday, she went on holiday, so she asked us if we were able to look after her," Hoseok beams as he looks at her. "And how can I say no to that little rascal. She's totally cuddly."

Jimin's face lights up with delight. He reaches out to pet Katsumi, who purrs contentedly in his arms. "Oh my goodness, she's adorable," he cooes.

"I know, right?" Hoseok grins. "I'm so glad I get to spend some time with her. I've always wanted a cat of my own."

"I've always dreamed of having a cat or a dog," Jimin confesses, his voice filled with longing. "But now that I'm going to college, I won't be living with my parents anymore."

Katsumi snuggles closer to Jimin, her soft fur tickling his cheek. He can't help but smile.

As they sit on the couch, engrossed in the cat and her playful antics, they completely lost track of time. It isn't until a scream echoes from the television that they snap back to reality.

The episode has taken a dramatic turn, with Jungkook now entangled in a dangerous web of intrigue. His life is hanging precariously in the balance, and Jimin and Jennie find themselves on the edge of their seats, their hearts pounding with suspense.

The tension escalates when the villain points a gun at the leading lady. Hoseok and Jennie gasp in horror, their eyes glued to the screen. Their minds race with the possibilities of what might happen next.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jennie whispers, her hands trembling.

Jimin nods in silent agreement. He feels his palms grow clammy as he watches the unfolding drama. "I know," he says. "I'm so worried about Jungkook."

He can remember everything, but it's still exciting every time.

Not soon after the words fall from his lips, the main character actually steps into the camera light. Wearing a dark expression on his face and his hands clenching into fists, he steps out of the shadows and into the light of the dark alley. It is clear to see how tense his body is.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Jungkook's deep voice booms through the alleyway, sending shivers down Jimin's spine. A fierce determination ignites within Jungkook's eyes. The way he looks directly into the camera makes Jimin feel like he is being personally addressed, and he can't help but blush.

"Let her go!" Jungkook roars, feeling righteous fury. Jimin holds his breath, his palms growing clammy as he watches the scene unfold.

The villain's sinister grin and menacing eyes exuds a palpable sense of danger, sending a shiver down Hoseok's spine. "Just come one step closer," he snarls, his voice dripping with menace, "and she's as good as dead."

Hoseok's eyes widen in horror, his hand instinctively reaching out towards the television screen. "No!" he gapes.

"Don't worry, Jungkook will save her," Jimin says reassuringly.

"This is so exciting," Jennie clutches the fabric of her jeans, her knuckles turning white. "That show must be incredibly popular."

"It is," Jimin confirms. "I saw so many comments on the Twitter post raving about it." A faint laugh escaped his lips as he added, "Some people even watch the show just for Jungkook."

Jennie and Hoseok exchange knowing glances, a shared appreciation for the show's star evident in their expressions. "I can understand that," they chime in unison, their voices soft and dreamy.

As the credits roll up, a wave of contentment washes over Jimin. He has been completely immersed in the episode, captivated by the twists and turns of the narrative. With a smile, he rose from the couch and heads towards the kitchen to get more popcorn.

"Oh? Did you make more popcorn?" Hoseok asks, his eyes widening in surprise as Jimin re-enters the living room.

Jimin nodds, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, and I also got some drinks," he replied, setting the refreshments on the coffee table.

"Now we have six more episodes to watch," Jimin chuckles, his anticipation mounting. He snuggles up to his friends, the warmth of their company comforting and familiar.

As they settle in to watch the next installment, Jimin's mind buzzes with excitement, eager to delve back into the captivating world of the show. The thrill of the rewatching the captivating drama fuels his anticipation, leaving him eager for the next episode to watch.

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His duffel bag, well-worn from years of use, hangs loosely from his shoulders, the strap digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder blades. His worn jacket is knotted at the front of his stomach, the fabric clinging to his damp skin.

Quietly, he puts the bag beside him and takes off his shoes, the soles making a muffled thud against the hardwood floor. He pauses for a moment, glancing into the darkened living room, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside.

'Weird, it's past 9 PM and the house is still dark, the front door not even locked.' He frowns, wondering where his family could be.

Thinking nothing of it, he shrugs and heads up to his room. The stairs creak beneath his weight, the sound echoing through the quiet house. As he reaches the top of the stairs, he hears a faint rustling sound coming from his room which makes Jimin pause, his hand hovering over the doorknob. The house seems to hold its breath, waiting for him to make a sound. He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, his heart pounding in his chest.

The room is dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside. Jimin fumbles for the light switch, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. The room floods with light, revealing his brother, Jihyun, sitting on his bed, his grin as wide as the sea.

"Where have you been?" Jihyun's voice was a low rumble, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat. He had been expecting this, but it still caught him off guard. He gritted his teeth and glared at his brother.

"Jihyun!" Jimin turns with a deadly look in his eyes and clenches his hands into fists. "How dare you scare me like that! I thought there was no one in the house." One look at his grinning brother is enough to know he planned this.

Jimin glares at his brother, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're a menace, Jihyun," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to get you for this." Jimin lunges at his brother, but Jihyun is too quick. He ducks out of the way, and Jimin stumbles into the wall.

Jihyun laughs, teasing him with a playful taunt. "Oh yeah? Bring it on, big bro!"

"Hyun! You're such a dumbass! Ugh!" he wants to catch him, but the said male dodges all the time. "You seriously planned this, you-"

Jimin bites the inside of his cheek in frustration when he can't think of a suitable word.

Jihyun mimics him and chuckles teasingly, "Yeah? Don't tell me you're speechless."

Jimin, who is currently frustratingly searching for a word in his head, puts on another death stare.

"You are so done!" he says. Determined to catch his brother, he climbes onto a chair and then onto the coffee table. But just as he is about to pounce, the sound of his mother's voice rings through the living room.

"Park Jimin! Get your feet off the table!" his mother stands there, both hands placed on her hips and her face scrunched in a scowl. "I am not repeating myself!"

Jimin freezes, his face turning red with embarrassment. He slowly climbes down from the coffee table and stands there sheepishly, waiting for his mother's scolding. His eyes downcast.

"But he-," he tries to start but is immediately interrupted again by his mother.

"No buts," she sternly says, leaving no room to argue. "Feet don't belong on the surface we eat from, understood?"

"Yes..." Jimin mumbles and glares at Jihyun. His mother sighs and shakes her head, but there is a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Good" she says, her voice softening. "But I love you nonetheless."

Jimin smiles back, his heart warming at his mother's words. Grinning, he pinches his brother's arm. "Ow, mum. He pinched me!"

"What are you, five? I thought you were starting to become mature, but I guess I was wrong."

"I am mature," Jimin protests with a pout. "He just annoys me."

"Oh, boys..."

"You always act all innocent when you get in trouble! You're not that cute when you complain," Jihyun argues and scoffs.

"Yah! You mean-"

"You're repeating yourself," he interrupts him with an eye roll. "Oh and before I forget..."

"What?" Jimin sighs annoyed and sits down on the couch, near to closing his eyes.

'God, why does my shoulder hurt so much? Aish, next time I'll sleep on you Hoseok', he poutingly thinks about the reason for his pain.

"...Learn to counter better next time, bye!" his brother runs away with a cheeky grin and locks himself in his room.

"This- Yah, Jihyun! You really don't know what respect means, huh?" he shouts, shaking his head upwards and then lies down on the couch.

"That boy," rolling his eyes, he picks up his phone and goes on social media for a bit, where he hopes to see more of Jungkook.

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Jimin's phone nearly slips from his grasp as he spots a fan's post featuring Jungkook. It has never occurred to him to check if the rising star has an Instagram account. With a surge of anticipation, he clicks on the fan's profile, his eyes quickly scanning the collection of Jungkook's posts.

"Perhaps this one has linked to his real profile," he muses, his fingers hovering over the screen.

Sure enough, the jackpot lay within the latest picture. "jeonjungkook" was boldly displayed at the top of the page. In a swift motion, he taps "follow" and scrolls down, anticipation building.

A smile graces his lips at the first three photographs. The fan's post is indeed the most recent, while the other two resonate with similar poses and expressions. However, when he attempts to swipe further, a disappointing realization dawns upon him - the lack of additional images.

"Oh, man," he sighs, longing to see more, "Jungkook-ah, please share more with us. Your smile is enchanting," he addresses his phone, lost in the depths of his fascination.

A sudden voice jolts him back to reality. "Jimin?"

He looks up to find his mother standing in the living room, her expression a blend of curiosity and concern. "Did you want something, Eomma?"

"Yes, I wanted to remind you that your grandparents are coming this weekend, and I need your room cleaned up."

"Oh, okay. Can it wait until tomorrow, though? I'm really tired," he pleads, his eyes widening with an exaggerated expression of exhaustion.

His mother chuckles softly, shaking her head in amusement. "I suppose I can't argue with that tired face of yours. But don't forget, young man."

"I won't, Eomma," he promises.

She smiles warmly, her maternal instincts kicking in. "You're welcome, my dear. I'm making myself some tea. Would you like some?"

"I'd love one," he replies, hopping up from the couch with renewed energy. "I'll come with you."

He follows her into the kitchen and watches when she fetches two mugs from the cupboard. Her every movement exudes an aura of comforting familiarity.

As the aroma of freshly brewed tea wafts through the air, she turns around, facing him. "You know, Jimin, sometimes I wonder if you're truly oblivious to your mischievous ways with your brother when I'm not around. I do notice it."

"How- But-" A sheepish expression crosses Jimin's face. "Eomma, I swear, I'm not that bad!"

She chuckles again, her voice laced with a hint of indulgent amusement. "I know, I know. It's just that you remind me so much of myself when I was your age. I used to tease my sister all the time, just like you do with Jihyun."

Jimin's eyes widen in surprise. He would never have imagined his mother engaged in such playful banter with her sister, Sana. "Really? What did you guys fight about? Dolls? Makeup? Hair ties?" he teases, unable to resist the opportunity.

It does shock him a little to hear that. Jimin wouldn't have dreamed that his aunt and mother were the same. Because when Jihyun and he argued, it always seemed to bother her or that she was averse to it because it bothered her.

His mother smacks her lips, feigning indignation. "Oh, it was mostly over silly things, but it was never really serious. We just liked to pick on each other."

Jimin burst into laughter, shaking his head at his mother's playful teasing. "Now I know where Jihyun gets it from! Such a disrespectful brat! I'm telling you, Eomma, he's going to be a menace to society one day."

His mother's eyes sparkled with amusement, a brow lifting. "Don't act innocent now, Jimin. I can see right through you. You and your brother are two peas in a pod."

"Whatever," he mumbles and turns back to his tea.

They sit for a while in complete silence in the kitchen, drinking their teas. When Jimin is being honest, such a situation is also quite pleasant. Since he is often busy messing with Jihyun, watching a series or otherwise occupied, moments like this don't happen too often.

"Can I ask you something else?" Jimin asks with an intrigued glint in his eyes, his curiosity piqued by the thought of a pet. "Why didn't we ever get a dog or a cat? We could have had a furry companion to share our home with."

Jimin winces as his mother let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the cozy kitchen, fills with the aroma of freshly brewed tea. "Where did that question come from all of a sudden, my mischievous son?" she chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But to answer your query, imagine if we had a kitten. I would have been worried sick that you'd accidentally hurt it with all your boisterous energy, running around the house like a whirlwind."

A pout settles on Jimin's lips, his enthusiasm dampened by his mother's concern. "But we would have been careful, Eomma," he protests, disappointment settling in his chest.

His mother smiles, her affection for her son evident in her warm expression. "Yes, Jimin, I know you would have tried your best, but you're still running around," she admitts, her voice soft and gentle. "You're still running and jumping around with boundless energy."

Jimin's eyes lit up with determination. "I bet we won't do that anymore when we have a kitten," he declares, hope filling him "We'll be gentle and patient, and we'll give it all the love it deserves."

His mother's laughter filled the room once more, her amusement tinged with affection. "Aish, Jimin, you're such a dreamer," she teases, her heart melting at her son's unwavering optimism. "But who knows, maybe someday we'll find the perfect pet for our little family. Besides, you're off to college soon."

Oh, that's right. He is only here on vacation.

Jimin's sulking momentarily forgotten, he finishes his now lukewarm tea and carries the empty cup to the sink, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good night, Eomma," he says, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I love you."

"Good night, Jimin."