Jungkook had always been a charmer, effortlessly filling a room with laughter and warmth wherever he went. As a successful NRI, he thrived in the concrete jungle of New York City, but when the news of his bestfriend name Taehyung grandmother’s passing reached him, a wave of nostalgia flooded over him. He returned to his ancestral home in a small village nestled between rolling hills and dense woods, a place that held countless childhood memories. The old mansion smelled of musty wood and forgotten stories, but for Jungkook, it felt like returning to his roots

His bestfriend Name Taehyung wife, Alina, was supportive but also practical

Alina: "Are you sure about this? You know they say it's haunted," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief

Jungkook: "Haunted? Come on, Alina, those are just tales meant to scare children," he chuckled in response, waving away her concerns "Besides, it’ll be fun to host our friends here. Imagine the stories we’ll have to tell!"

Taehyung: well let me know you my daughter you never seen her right

Jungkook: wait really a little baby show me show me