Jeon Jungkook.
A treasure comes to light among the seven.
With his large, perceptive eyes, he was determined to explore the vast universe, and nothing could stand superior to him.
Throughout his life, the young boy has solely known of a "Princel...
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When the door finally closed, Mom walked out of Jimin Hyung's room, not before shooting her benign smile in my direction.
Darkness anew enveloped the room around, apart from the modern and eclectic-style cylindrical lampshade of the table lamp made up of glass placed on the nightstand near the bed, letting the golden light flicker narrowly possible from the top and bottoms of the shade while obstructing the light to emit all over its surface, nonetheless advanced through over our shoulders without striking our eyes.
There I lay fully straight on my back on Jimin Hyung's bed, quietly fidgeting with my fingers. My room, at the moment, didn't sound quite pleasing and my Hyung was more than willing to let me sleep next to him since I seldom asked him to. Or asked them to.
"Hey, Kook-ah," Jimin Hyung started; a concern lacing in his voice, "I realize the Hyungs' and Taehyung's discretions may not turn out to be acceptable enough for you, yet I could assure you that they never meant to hurt you in any possible way," He took a sigh, gradually getting the hold of caressing my hair, "You know that, don't ya, bunny? We love you too much to ever reprimand you, much less, frighten you ever, intentionally,"
I took an anticipated pause to spin my mind with the reflections, tolerating the flashback circulated in my mind of tonight's mishap.
Did they frighten me out there?
Expressing my intellect, I singly had a rush of anxiety peeking up within me fearing, they might unleash their fury against me causing me to get extremely skittish, however, when processing the case, degrees by degrees, now, I could grasp that the intentions of my brothers were completely guileless for me. Those brutal actions and words were meant for hooligans; apparently not for me.
"I'm not scared of them," I tried whispering, confidently, "Perhaps, I got, there a little, but..." I trailed off.
My audible voice carried on, "You wouldn't be regarded my Hyungs if I were ever to get hurt because of you,"
Those words were alone enough to bring an endearing smile to Jimin Hyung's face.
Because the Hyungs, I believe would go to any lengths to protect me rather than letting me be harmed in the process.
And that thought was alone enough to fill up my spirits within.
"Come on, I wanna see my bunny all smiling, now!" Jimin Hyung said, tryna tickle my sides to which I shoved his hand away.
"Bunny's smile ain't that effortless to see,"
Throwing a roll of an eye, Hyung groaned, questioning, in a saccharine tone, "Then, what else would you like me to volunteer for, Your Highness?"
With a drag of my band-aid thumb to the temple of my forehead, I attempted thinking; unknowingly quite a pout began lingering on my lips until it hit me.
