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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Chilling and lolling in my usual spot, comfortably nestled on the living room couch, my attention redirected back and forth from the tempting snacks to the television screen, which displayed the movie "Your Name."
I continued to savor my relishing snacks. The airy, sweet, and crunchy corn puffs of my party-size Banana Kick seemed to melt in my mouth, while I held a packet of Honey Butter Chips in my hands. A torn pack of Kancho Biscuits rested on my lap, and an array of other snacks lay around me, yet sooner willing to be engulfed by my strong digestive system: Cheez-Its, Pop-Tarts, Skittles, Goldfish, Butterfingers, Junior Mints, vanilla-flavored Charleston Chew, Fun Dips, Twizzlers, Hershey's bars, and more that were too numerous to list.
And I stared at the screen, chuckling along continuing the fruity and tangy flavor of my green apple Airhead cherishing its delish aroma exuding the vibrant colorings.
My moment of entertainment was interrupted by a loud gasp, slicing through the living room. I tilted my head to the side of the staircase, diverting my attention to find my Sunshine Hyung now doubled over in laughter.
"Did you open a snack store or something?" Hobi Hyung laughed out so hard that he may end up collapsing his body causing my doe eyes to get slightly bigger, "Oh, Kookie, I love how you haven't changed at all through these years!"
"Now what?" I pouted, tearing off a piece from the bar of an Airhead.
Not even less than a minute later, I found Hobi Hyung, approaching me; a fond expression dissolving his skin, as his hands slid through my cheeks just to squish them as though I were some kind of fluff ball or something. His movements were offended promptly as I jerked his hand away despite that he couldn't resist stretching them back toward my precious cheeks, intentionally.
"Aish - why is our KooKoo so adorable?" He cooed, pinching my cheeks as I shot him a done, unimpressed expression.
With a mischievous grin, he decided to steal a bite from the opened packet of my Skittles. In a swift reaction, I swatted his hand away, harshly, grasping my snack, and tossing a glare at him, now.
I declared, "It's mine!" Hobi Hyung let out a phony sniffle, dramatically, tryna wipe his non-existent tears, "You always take our everything, from snacks to the cars, and when we ask to share, we tend to meet with outright rejection,"
"Such a meanie baby, KooKoo is!"
Another familiar melodramatic voice originated at the front, abruptly causing me to roll my eyes in utter nuisance; my hands never stopped devouring the chocolate fudge Pop-tarts -- the baked cookies made by Mum and Jin Hyung as a breakfast pastry glutted with chocolate chips, icings, and sprinkles, as I tried my best in engaging myself to a movie, rather than allowing my amusement to get spoiled.
Rarely but it does suck at times to have older siblings, especially when they're in a mood to ruffle your feathers.
"Kookie, baby, isn't it impolite to not share the snacks with your big brothers?" Namjoon Hyung asked in a charming voice, grabbing a spot next to me, and holding a sharp eye on my assortment of snacks.
