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Yoongi pov
The soft glow of early morning sun filtered through the curtains as I made my way downstairs, my footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet house. It was 6 a.m., the world outside still calm and peaceful, but I had my routine to keep. There was a sense of comfort in the predictability of my mornings—waking up early, working out, and then the one thing that always made my day feel complete: waking up my Princess, y/n.
I couldn't help but smile as I thought about her. No matter how many maids tried, she would never stir without the sound of my voice. It was like she waited for me, trusted me with that intimate moment between sleep and wakefulness. In a way, that small ritual made everything else worthwhile.
My shower had been quick and refreshing, and now, as I descended the stairs, I could already feel the anticipation building. The workout would be done soon enough, but waking y/n—that was the real start to my day. Even at this early hour, the house had a quiet energy about it, like it was waiting too.
The morning breeze was crisp as Yoongi made his way outside, exchanging polite nods with the bowing maids who greeted him with "Good morning, Mr. Min." He acknowledged them with a curt nod, his mind already focused on the day ahead. His usual morning workout was quick, and soon enough, he returned to the house.
Walking toward his sister's room, Yoongi couldn't help but smile as the familiar scent of strawberries wafted toward him when he gently pushed open her door. The soft light from the window bathed the room in a golden hue, and there she was—his precious sister, still tangled in her sheets, lost in sleep.
"Princess, wake up. It's morning already," he said, his voice soft, as he lovingly ran his hand through her hair.
She groaned, turning her head deeper into the pillow. "Oppa, please... I want to sleep," she whined, her voice muffled by the sheets.
"Princess, today's a special day. Did you forget already?" Yoongi teased, knowing full well how easily she lost track of time.
"What day?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "It's not my birthday, and it's not yours. Let me sleep," she huffed, turning away from him and pulling the covers over her head.
"Aish, y/n, don't be lazy. Wake up, or I'll cancel all your parties," Yoongi said, his voice dropping into a deeper, more serious tone.
That did the trick.
Within seconds, she bolted upright, running toward the washroom with an urgency that made him chuckle. "Hurry up, Princess, and don't forget to come downstairs for breakfast!" he yelled after her, shaking his head as he left her room.
At the dining room, Mrs. Lee greeted him with a warm smile. The elderly woman had been a fixture in their lives for decades, caring for Yoongi and y/n like her own after their parents had passed.
"Mr. Min, come and start your breakfast. I made your favorites," she said, her voice kind and full of affection.
"Eomma, stop calling me that. I'm your son, right?" Yoongi replied with a small grin, always feeling at ease around her.
"Aish, fine, fine. But where is our Princess?" Mrs. Lee asked, looking around as if y/n might appear any second.
Right on cue, y/n's voice echoed through the house, "GOOD MORNING, EOMMA AND MY HANDSOME BROTHER!"
Yoongi couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as the maids around them covered their ears from the loud greeting. Mrs. Lee's laughter followed, the sound of it warm and familiar.
"Sit and eat, Princess," Yoongi said, his voice now firmer. "Did you forget about the company's ten-year celebration today?"
Her eyes widened as the realization hit. "Woah, I can't believe it's been ten years already! I need to choose a dress, and what about my makeover? Has the parlor girl come? And I have an appointment at the nail salon!" she rattled off in one breath, her excitement palpable.
"Aish, my spoiled Princess," Yoongi muttered, shaking his head in amusement. "First, finish your food, then you can go wherever you want. I already sent a dress for you. Go and get ready before evening," he instructed, standing up to leave for the office.
As he made his way to the door, her voice rang out again. "Oppa, remember, I love you!" she yelled, like she did every day.
Yoongi paused, the words filling him with warmth as they always did. He couldn't believe how quickly his little sister had grown up, yet, in moments like these, she was still the same girl he had always protected.
"I'll pick you up at 7, so be ready," he reminded her, giving one last look at her room before heading out to the car. Today was an important day, and he had to make sure everything was perfect for the celebration.
