𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟑𝟗:- 𝗝-𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲🎂

The Grand Plan

J-Hope's birthday had always been a quiet affair. He never complained, never asked for anything extravagant. A small cake, a warm smile from the people around him, and he was content.

But even the most mature of hearts can carry a tinge of loneliness, a longing for a bit more.

This year, Min-ah and Namjoon were determined to change that.

Min-ah paced around Namjoon's living room, her arms flailing dramatically. "Listen, Mr. Calculated Genius," she started, pointing an accusing finger at Namjoon, who sat calmly on the couch with his arms crossed. "We need balloons. LOTS of balloons. And streamers. And maybe some glitter?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Glitter? Do you want to throw a surprise party or a carnival? J-Hope's not into flashy stuff. He'd probably cringe at the glitter."

Min-ah scoffed. "Excuse me? Glitter adds sparkle. And sparkle adds happiness. Do you even know what happiness is, Mr.Iceberg?"

"Yes," Namjoon replied dryly. "It's the absence of glitter in my living room."

"Ugh, you're impossible!" Min-ah threw her hands in the air, spinning on her heel to grab the list she had scribbled earlier. "Fine, no glitter. But we're getting party hats."

Namjoon frowned. "Why? He's turning 14, not 3."

"Party hats are universal!" she declared. "Even adults wear them. Ever heard of fun, Namjoon?"

"Yes," he said again, deadpan. "It's what I'm not having right now."

Min-ah smirked, tossing a pillow at him. "You're such a grumpy old man. Anyway, focus! I'll handle decorations and snacks. You get the cake and..." She paused dramatically. "J-Hope's gift."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes. "Why do I have to get the gift?"

"Because you're the responsible one!" Min-ah said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I trust you to pick something meaningful, unlike me, who'll probably just get him socks."

Namjoon rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Fine. But if he hates it, it's your fault."

Min-ah grinned triumphantly. "He won't hate it. Now let's go over the guest list."

Namjoon sighed, pulling out his notebook. "It's not like we have a long list. It's just us and..." He hesitated. "Yoona."

Min-ah's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, I'll handle Yoona. Her dad won't say no to me."

"He might," Namjoon muttered. "He's a piece of work."

Min-ah's smirk grew. "Not when *Fiery Min-ah* is involved."

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is going to be a disaster."

"No," Min-ah corrected, grabbing his arm and pulling him off the couch. "This is going to be the best birthday party ever. Now get moving!"

Min-ah vs. Mr. Kim

The day of the party arrived, and Min-ah's first mission was getting Yoona to attend. She marched up to Yoona's grand mansion, her head held high and her fiery determination blazing like a torch.

Mr. Kim, Yoona's father, answered the door, his practiced gentlemanly smile firmly in place. "Ah, Min-ah. What a pleasant surprise."

Min-ah didn't waste a second. "Mr. Kim, I'm here to pick up Yoona."