𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 | 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 | 𝑺𝒌𝒛 | 𝑰𝒕𝒛𝒚 |

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏

The school hallways buzzed with chatter as students moved between classes. Lockers slammed shut, footsteps echoed, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. But amid the lively chaos, one girl stood still, lost in thought.

Choi Y/N.

She stood by her locker, fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cool metal as her mind drifted elsewhere. There was a slight smile on her face, an unspoken happiness in her chest.

"Y/N!"

A familiar voice broke through the noise, snapping her back to reality.

She turned around, and there they were her best friends, BangPink.

As they approached her, she smiled at them but her mind was lost in memories.

Eleven Years Ago

The past was a strange thing , both a source of warmth and an unbearable ache.

I was seven years old when my world collapsed.

I still remember that day vividly. The rain poured mercilessly, drenching the city in sorrow. I sat on the swings in the park, my tiny hands clutching my teddy bear, the only thing I had left. My parents were gone. A tragic accident took them away, leaving me to face the world alone.

I didn't know how long I sat there, crying.

But then, a voice ,soft yet filled with concern ,broke through my sobs.

"Why are you crying?"

I looked up and saw a girl, around ten or eleven, standing before me with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. She held a bag of snacks in her hands, her expression filled with nothing but kindness.

"My parents... they're gone," I whispered, my voice trembling.

The girl's smile faltered. For a moment, she just stood there, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite understand at that age. But then, she sat beside me on the swing, offering me a snack.

"My name's Jisoo," she said. "What's yours?"

"Y/N."

Jisoo nodded, giving me a reassuring smile. "You must be really sad," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "Here, eat this. Food always makes things a little better."

I hesitated before taking it, my tiny hands shaking. But I accepted it, taking a small bite. It tasted warm. Familiar. Safe.

Before I could say anything, a loud voice interrupted us.

"JISOO-YAH!"

A boy came running towards us, slightly out of breath. He had neatly combed brown hair, a handsome face , and—most notably—a bright pink frying pan in his hand.

"Who's this?" he asked, looking at me with curiosity.

"This is Y/N," Jisoo said. "She's sad."

The boy's expression softened. "Oh no, that won't do," he said, dramatically flipping his frying pan. "No one should be sad around Kim Seokjin!  I am world wide handsome! I am also the world's funniest, most handsome, and best cook!"

Jisoo giggled. "Jin, you sound like an old man."

I blinked. This boy was... interesting.

"Listen, kid," Jin said, crouching down to my level. "I shall bless you with my presence, and I promise, you will never be sad again."

I sniffled. "...How?"

"With this," he said, holding up his frying pan like it was a sword . "And... dad jokes."

Jisoo groaned, but I couldn't help but stare at him in confusion.

"What's a dad joke?"

Jin gasped dramatically. "WHAT'S A DAD JOKE? Oh no, Jisoo, we must educate her immediately!"

He cleared his throat. "Okay, Y/N. Why did the scarecrow win an award?"

I wiped my tears. "Why?"

"Because he was outstanding in his field!"

Silence.

Jisoo covered her face in embarrassment.

And then, despite everything, I let out a small giggle.

Jin grinned. "See? Mission accomplished."

From that day on, they became my safe place.

...

Jin and Jisoo weren't just my best friends—they were the eommas of our group. If BangPink was a chaotic family, they were the ones keeping us alive.

One evening, the three of us were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the rest of the group. Jin had declared himself Head Chef, while Jisoo and I were his unwilling assistants.

"Y/N, chop these vegetables," Jisoo instructed, handing me a knife.

I nodded and started cutting, focusing on the rhythmic motion of the blade. Meanwhile, Jin was busy stirring a pot, humming dramatically.

"Kim Seokjin, the world's greatest chef," he sang, twirling his spoon like a microphone.

Jisoo snorted. "Jin, you burned the rice last week."

"Shh, Jisoo. That was a tactical mistake."

I laughed, but at that moment, I felt a sharp sting on my finger.

I gasped, pulling my hand back. A thin line of red appeared on my skin.

Jisoo turned around immediately. "Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?"

Before I could answer, Jin screamed.

"YAH! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CARELESS?!"

I flinched. But Jin wasn't mad—he was panicking.

And when Jin panicked, he rapped.

"YOU CUT YOUR FINGER, OH MY GOD!

THIS IS A DISASTER, WHAT DO WE DO?!

CALL THE AMBULANCE, NO WAIT, CALL THE PRESIDENT—"

"Jin, shut up!" Jisoo snapped, grabbing the first aid kit. She gently took my hand, carefully cleaning the wound before wrapping it in a bandage.

"Hold still," she murmured, her touch warm and comforting.

Jin was still dramatically hyperventilating. "Jisoo, is she going to survive?"

Jisoo rolled her eyes. "It's a small cut, Jin."

Jin placed a hand on his heart. "I swear Y/N is going to be the death of me."

Despite the pain, I laughed. "Sorry, Jin."

He crossed his arms. "If you're really sorry, you'll eat my cooking without complaining tonight."

Jisoo snorted. "Y/N, just pretend it's good. That's what we all do."

"HEY!"

To be continued