It was the first morning of school, and the mansion was buzzing with energy. The boys were getting ready, scrambling to find their uniforms, bags, and shoes. Everyone was nearly set to go except for Jungkook, who was running naked through the halls, laughing wildly as Taehyung chased after him. The entire mansion echoed with their laughter and playfulness.
“Kookie, stop running!” Tae shouted, though he couldn’t help but laugh as he chased after the younger boy.
Jungkook’s laughter rang out through the hallways as he darted into rooms and around corners, clearly enjoying the chaos he was causing. Y/N, still in the kitchen preparing their breakfast, could hear the commotion and sighed with a slight smile. She stepped out just in time to see Jungkook sprinting past, completely naked, with Taehyung hot on his heels.
“Kookie!” Y/N called out in a firm but gentle tone, her authoritative voice stopping him dead in his tracks. Jungkook froze, turning to look at her with wide, mischievous eyes.
Y/N approached him with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips. “Come here,” she said softly, holding out her hand.
Jungkook sheepishly walked over to her, his playful energy suddenly subdued. She reached down, picking him up effortlessly and carrying him back to his room, where she quickly helped him into his uniform. Despite his playful antics
Despite his playful antics, Jungkook let Y/N help him into his uniform, his energy finally settling down. He watched her with wide eyes, smiling softly as she buttoned his shirt and straightened his tie. Once she finished, he looked up at her with a sheepish grin.
“Thanks, Noona,” Jungkook mumbled, slightly embarrassed at being caught running around the house naked, but still enjoying the extra attention.
Y/N ruffled his hair affectionately. “You’re welcome, Kookie. Now behave yourself today, okay?”
Jungkook nodded eagerly, giving her a shy smile before dashing off to join his brothers. Y/N chuckled to herself, shaking her head at the chaos that had unfolded
just moments earlier. As she made her way back to the kitchen, the others were already seated at the table, enjoying their breakfast.
When Jungkook sat down, they all shared knowing glances, teasing him lightly for his little morning stunt. Tae, sitting beside him, poked his cheek and laughed. “Got yourself in trouble, didn’t you, Kookie?”
Jungkook pouted playfully, sticking out his tongue. “Only because you were chasing me!”
The light-hearted banter continued through breakfast, the boys all clearly in good spirits despite the impending school day. Y/N quietly observed them, her heart warmed by how much they had grown comfortable with each other—and with her.
Once they finished eating, one by one, they started getting up to leave for school. But before they left, each of them came over to Y/N to say goodbye. To her surprise, they didn’t just give her a hug or a wave. Each of them leaned in, giving her a long, soft kiss on the lips—just like they would with someone they loved deeply.
Jin was first, his lips lingering against hers for a moment before he pulled back with a soft smile. “Have a good day, Noona.”
Y/N blinked, slightly taken aback, but before she could react, Suga followed suit, giving her a slow, sweet kiss. “Take care, Noona,” he said, his voice gentle but filled with warmth.
One by one, they all kissed her goodbye—J-Hope with his bright, sunshine-like energy, RM with his soft and thoughtful approach, Jimin with his usual charm, and Tae with his mischievous yet affectionate touch. And finally, Jungkook, the youngest, who kissed her with an innocent but sincere affection, his eyes twinkling with happiness as he pulled away.
Y/N stood there, shocked, yet unable to hide the smile that spread across her face. The boys grinned at her reactions, pleased with themselves for catching her off guard.
As they gathered their things and headed out the door, Y/N called after them, her voice a mix of amusement and affection. “Have a good day at school, boys. Be good!”
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Noona || BTS
FanfictionThey called her *Noona*. She wanted to correct them, to tell them not to call her that. She wasn't their sister, not in the way that mattered. Yet, something about that word made her feel a warmth she hadn't experienced in years. It tugged at a part...