𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

• 4 • feu!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHGGGG! KIM! NAMJOOOOOOON!"

You throw off your blanket, before standing up. Eyes squinting, lips in a scowl, hair looking like a porcupine who ran on the treadmill for hours. You did not like your sleep being disturbed.

You get up and your vagina hurts while getting up. What have I gotten myself into?

You rushed outside the small studio, to see what the commotion was about.

The sight you saw when you turned to your left extracted a loud shriek from you too. Your eyes widened in bewilderment and fear.

What in the world? Can't we function like normal people for once?

A tree from your adopted family's garden was on fire.

Literally, burning in fire. A whole ass tree.

Standing far from the burning tree were: a very pissed of Kim Seokjin talking on the phone, your adopted mom. Beside him was a scared man stealing discreet glances at Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, your adopted dad. And last but not the least, Kim Park Jimin, your 9 year old brother and sworn archnemesis, banging his hand on the grass and laughing like a maniac.

Aight. They at it again.

You walk fast to the three forms. Your younger brother now rolling on the grass and pointing at Joon.

You also noticed the barbeque machine caught in the fire. You gave an unamused look. Has to be Joon.

"What in the living hell is this?" You hiss to them.

"Dad set the tree on fire!" Jimin answers bursting into a big laughter again. His crooked teeth showing as he laughs unceasingly.

"I can see that, you dumbo." You shoot him a look. He opens his mouth to retort back savagely but Joon cuts him off.

"Heyy! Jin was the one who shouldn't have woken up this early! Fine! I admit things might have gotten a little out of hand. But I was just preparing for the bloody surprise!" Joon rants at in an exasperated motion.

Joon is half-British. In the past two years, you have learned almost every British slang there is to learn.

"What surprise?" You ask. Making Joon turn to you and give you an odd look.

"It's his birthday, don't you remember? And he has banned me from the kitchen, you know. So, I thought I should cook something on the barbeque. This little brat got me distracted with some dumb game about who can stick up more sticks in their noses, which I won by the way-"

"No, you did not! The audacity!" Jimin says with gasping.

"Young mister, now don't lie. Who was the one saying he was breathing stick dust and snorted everything out-"

"Okay, we are getting off topic here-" you interject.

"You didn't exactly look like Prince Charming either. Plus, the fire's on you. You shouldn't have coughed so much that the machine fell down." Jimin retorts.

"For your information, I feel I resemble Snow White. And the machine wouldn't have fell down if you hadn't poked me-"

"Guys-" you roll your eyes. You didn't even want to know what caused the fire anymore.

"I didn't poke you! Something went in my eye!"

"No, did not!"

"Yes, it did!"

"No, did not!"

"Yes, it did!"

"No, did not!"

" SHUT! UP!" Both of them jolt upright at the voice.