Noona || BTS

thirteen

Sometimes, she would pause just to listen to their creative process, feeling a strange sense of pride at how talented they all were.

The karaoke machine quickly became the highlight of the maknae line’s day. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin took full advantage of it, often blasting music through the entire mansion. Whether it was serious ballads or ridiculous, over-the-top performances, the boys were always singing, their voices echoing throughout the house. There were times when they would belt out dramatic songs, filling the mansion with laughter as they exaggerated their performances for fun. Other times, they would showcase their real vocal talents, harmonizing beautifully together.

The once silent mansion was now filled with noise—whether it was the sounds of them practicing, singing, bickering over trivial matters, or the soft hum of their conversations as they went about their day. And despite her normally distant demeanor, Y/N found herself quietly enjoying it all. She never scolded them for being too loud or fighting over silly things. In fact, their noise brought her a sense of peace that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She realized that, in her own way, she had become fond of having them around.

Although they respected her rules and still viewed her with some level of fear because of her cold exterior, they had grown more comfortable with her over time. They knew she was stern, but they also knew she cared—something they had lacked for so long.

This new dynamic made the mansion feel like a home.

Life in the mansion had become vibrant and full of warmth. Tae and Jungkook had found a new source of comfort in Y/N, sleeping by her side almost every night. They didn't just sleep near her—they clung to her like she was their personal bed, resting their heads on her chest, but she didn’t mind. Their presence was soothing to her in a way she never expected.

In the mornings, the house was buzzing with activity. The boys would often follow Y/N to the living room while she worked, quietly watching TV or reading nearby. Tae or Jungkook, sometimes both, would crawl onto her lap, falling asleep, their heads nestled against her. The sight of them, so peaceful and trusting, filled her heart with an unfamiliar warmth.

RM had taken a keen interest in books, frequently asking Y/N for recommendations. Sometimes, they would meet in the library and have quiet discussions about the stories they were reading. Suga, on the other hand, often visited her to proudly show off his new music compositions. Y/N would listen to his tracks with full attention, offering him feedback that was both encouraging and thoughtful. Jin, being the eldest, engaged in mature conversations with Y/N, offering a deeper bond through their talks.

The mansion had become a lively home, far removed from the silence that once filled it. The younger boys, always enthusiastic, would flock to the karaoke room, blasting music throughout the house, either singing heartfelt songs or playfully belting out ridiculous tunes. Jimin and J-Hope had practically taken over the dance room, their talent in dancing shining brightly. RM and Suga spent hours in the music room, creating beats and melodies together.

One thing Y/N enjoyed was the sheer joy that now filled the house. Despite her initial cold demeanor, she couldn't deny the happiness she felt hearing them laugh, bicker, and play. Even the maids, once stiff in their duties, had grown used to the chaos and would often smile at the boys' antics.

She enforced rules gently but firmly—like limiting their gaming time to a few hours a day and encouraging them to read books. They respected her boundaries, but it was clear they loved the freedom she had given them to be themselves. Watching them grow and thrive under her roof, Y/N felt a sense of fulfillment she hadn’t experienced in years.

Y/N was lying in bed, her body practically pinned down by Jungkook and Tae, who were sleeping soundly on top of her, their heads resting on her chest. Their unconscious actions—each of them sucking on her covered breasts like babies—caught her completely off guard. She stiffened, unsure of how to react, her mind racing with confusion.

Suddenly, her phone rang, cutting through the stillness of the room. She tried to reach for it, but with the boys clinging to her, it was nearly impossible. Carefully and with difficulty, she maneuvered around their weight, managing to grab the phone without waking them.

After taking the call and speaking briefly, she hung up, her mind still reeling from the situation. She took a deep breath, deciding to let it go for now, understanding that they were just kids seeking comfort. It wasn't intentional on their part, just a sign of how much they had come to depend on her emotionally.