BTS - The Eighth Member

Hana and Jin

"Morning Kiddo." Jin greeted from the kitchen as I rubbed at my groggy eyes. We'd had late practice at the studio last night, so I was surprised that there was anyone up.

"Morning." I sighed, seating myself at the island in the centre of the room. Jin, being the master chef and hovering parent as he was, had already started cooking breakfast. He always did this after a rough practice, always woke up early and made sure there was a hot breakfast ready for when the rest of us starting emerging.

"Sorry," He apologised as he swanned past me with a hot pan, "Breakfast isn't quite ready yet. I actually wasn't expecting any of you up before nine." He glanced at the clock.

"Oppa," I chuckled, "Don't be sorry." I pushed the handle of the pan off the centre of the grill, it would burn the hell out of his hand if he grabbed it like that, "Let me help." I grabbed the egg he was balancing precariously and cracked it with ease, "French toast. How very fancy." I grinned at him and he ruffled my hair in affection.

I shook his head with a smile, "How are you feeling today anyways, last night was tough." He was right of course, we'd drilled our latest album into the early hours of the morning, preparing for our comeback. That meant live singing and dancing with no breaks.

"Not gonna lie, my entire body is aching." Jin chuckled at my response. It was me that insisted we do it over one last time before we called it quits, everyone would definitely hate me this morning.

"Well, who's fault is that?" He looked at me knowingly, "How many times did we tell you to slow down or take a break, but no, you have to be this badass independent woman who pushes it too far."

"That's not what makes me a badass independent woman." I didn't take my eyes off of him as I flipped the piece of toast in the pan with ease, "Plus, I don't want to disappoint anyone, especially not Army."

"Hana..." Jin plated up eight servings of fancy French toast, "You're not disappointing anyone by taking a break."

I raised my eyebrows, inhaling deeply but staying silent. I grabbed my plate of food, it would be the nicest now, whilst it was still hot. I made my way to the connected living room, sitting crossed legged on the sofa, not even bothering to switch on the TV knowing Jin would follow me.

"I'm being serious." He scuttled after me.

"That's rare."

"You know, I'm a world wide serious guy before a world wide funny or handsome guy."

"Of course, mother Jin." I teased, knowing he hated it when we referred to him like that. He whacked me playfully.

"All I'm saying is," He spoke with a mouthful of food, "No one will be angry if you say you need a break. Not me, not any of the members, not Army."

"You can stop treating me like I'm a little kid, I'm 20 now." I laughed, enjoying my own food.

"We all call you Kid for a reason, Kid."

"Jungkook is four months older than me. And you don't treat him like a delicate little flower." I argued, but it was all in good fun.

"Oh, oh, oh." Jin scoffed, "We do. You just don't see it, because you don't treat him like a little brother, the way we do."

"I do treat him like a brother." I didn't meet Jin's eye.

"You treat him like a friend," Jin raised an eyebrow, "A distant relative at best."

"Shut up." I hit his arm lightly. He obviously wasn't expecting it as he practically choked on his egg, "Oh Jesus." I hit his back in a frenzied panic.

"This is why I should not get distracted while I eat." He coughed, recovering, "That was a near death experience."

"Oppa, I think you might be the most dramatic person I know."

"Nuh-uh." He disagreed, "You know your brother..." He paused, "Jungkook."

"Okay. Okay. You're second to him." I put up my hands in fake surrender, "Here, give me that." I took his empty plate off him, "I'll do dishes."

"Thanks, you're the best, our most favourite little BABY," He emphasized, "Sister."

"I hate you. I hope you know that." I sang sweetly as I made my way to the kitchen.