Tiny?

Chapter One.

Mark ran and danced across the hallway, feeling lighter than a feather. Which, to us, he actually is. Why was he so happy?

Today was Saturday. Saturday was his favorite day, the beginning of the weekend. It was one of the only days his family took off from borrowing, and it was THE day that he got to do what he loves the most.

As he got closer to his destination, he became as quiet as possible. He creeped along the hallway, trying to be like those spies in the movies. Singing the Mission Impossible theme to himself, he strained his ears to hear if today was as lucky a day as it felt.

Sure enough, as he neared the youngest human bean's bedroom, he heard the sound of her radio, playing his favorite songs. Or their favorite songs, he mused.

OOOOHHHHH YEAH. TAKE YOUR TIMEEEEE

Mark tried to just listen to the melody and tap his toes, but pretty soon he started to sway along with the music. And then he was dancing, the sound of his tiny feet only slightly muffled by the loud music. This was dangerous, and he knew it. But...who cares?

SHAWTY IMMA PARTY TILL THE SUNDOWN

Losing himself in the rhythm of his feet, Mark failed to notice his Jaebum hyung until he was right in front of him. He began to sweat more than he already was, but this time from pure fear.

"Oh, hi there, hyung." Mark said with a nervous tremor in his voice.

Mark: Long time no see.

JB: What are you doing? Didn't I tell you two weeks ago to stop doing this, because it's so dangerous?

Mark: I have no idea what you are talking about.

JB: WOW, you're a worse liar than even ME.

Mark: Come on, hyung, just one more song. PLEEEEAAASEEE?

JB: No.

Mark: PLEASE.

JB: No.

Mark: Please? (English) Jebal? (Korean) Por favor? (Bad Spanish accent)

JB: No, andwae, and ÑO.

Jackson: C'mon JB, let him dance. Let's join him, actually.

JB: When did you even get here?

Jackson scratched his head and answered, "I was coming here to dance with Mark, but when I saw you coming behind me, I hid and then followed you. I had a feeling a lecture was going to be given out."

JB facepalmed and began to walk back home, grabbing both boys by the arms. "Let's go. Why don't you just use the radio we have??"

Jackson whined, "It's brokennnnn. It cuts out all the time."

JB made a face and replied, "Actually, Bambam helped me fix it."

Mark and Jackson both enveloped him in a crushing hug. "Thank you, hyung!!!" Mark yelled.

"He has a heart!! He is ALIVEEE" Jackson cried.

"Yah. You two aren't the only ones who love music. It's for ussss," JB said defensively.

"Shhhhh, just give us our moment." Jackson cooed, smiling at his brother's attempt at coldness.

*Meanwhile, at their home*

The lively tones of kpop echoed off of the walls. The four other brothers were jamming out to Seventeen. "MANSE MANSAE MANSAE YEAHHH"

"Now if only the human beans would throw away a very small tv...." Youngjae sighed, smiling at the thought.