This story is about seven doctor brothers and their 13-year-old sister, Y/n. Y/n is intelligent and stubborn, the youngest in the family. Despite her brothers being doctors, she is scared of hospitals. Each brother specializes in a different field...
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Jimin's Pov,
I'd just finished freshening up and changing into something more comfortable. I flopped onto the bed, leaning back against the cushion, while princess sat beside me, completely absorbed in playing on my phone. It almost felt like she missed my phone more than me. She didn't even notice unless I reached over and took it from her hand.
Jimin: (smiling) "Baby, enough now. Don't play, talk to me instead."
Y/n: "Ahh, Oppa, I almost won that stage, now I have to do it again."
I couldn't help but laugh at the cute little pout on her face. I handed her the phone back, just to tease her a bit.
Jimin: (smiling) "Here, take it then."
Y/n: "No, now I don't want it. It'll take too much time to restart it."
She huffed and crossed her arms, but then suddenly went quiet. Her eyes were fixed on my waist, and she wasn't blinking. I frowned, following her gaze. What was she—oh.
Before I could say anything, she reached out and slowly rolled up my T-shirt, her fingers lightly brushing against the band-aid on my skin.
Y/n: (concerned) "Oppa, how did you get hurt?"
Ah, crap. I should've known she'd notice sooner or later. Y/n wasn't the type to let things slide, especially when it came to me. Lying wasn't really an option, but I also didn't want to tell her the full truth.
Jimin: (smiling) "I got scratched while working."
Y/n: (while lightly touching the band-aid with her finger) "Is it still hurting?"
I chuckled at how cute she looked, so concerned for me. I chuckled, reaching up to ruffle her hair.
Jimin: (smiling) "No, it only starts hurting when the medicine's effect wears off."
She didn't say anything, just kept looking at my wound with that deep-in-thought expression. I sighed and pulled my shirt back down, then made her sit properly beside me. Time for a topic change before she started interrogating me.
Jimin: (smiling) "So, how's school going? Anything new?"
Y/n: (excited) "You know, Oppa, I joined the art club and the basketball club in school! Oh! And we have a new student in our class, Sujin!"
Jimin: (smiling) "Oh, that's great. But a new student in the middle of the semester? I guess your exams are starting next week; how will she catch up?"
Y/n: "Oh, Oppa, she's a transferred student. Her credits must have been transferred to our school."
Jimin: (nodding) "Oh, right. So, is she your friend?"
Y/n: (thinking) "I think so."
Jimin: (confused) "'I think so'?? Shouldn't your answer be yes or no?"
