I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Park Ona

"Ona," A voice whispered into my ear, making my eyes squeeze tighter. "Wake up." A gentle nudge was placed against my shoulder, causing my body to shift slightly.

"Aniyo." I turned on my side away from the irritable sound. He can't do this to me and wake me up on a Saturday.

I heard an angry sigh from over my shoulder, making a small smile spread on my face. Staying up all night from dusk until dawn, studying, I needed a chance to bury my face in a pillow and be left alone for hours. I need the soft comforts of a blanket, the smell of my lavender sheets. Jimin can't ruin that.

"I'm older. You have to listen to me." Jimin slightly whined. I can already imagine my brother's shoulders sagging and lips pouting. He may be older, but my mind was a lot more mature.

I turned over in my bed to see him standing close to my bed, bright orange hair messy to show he's ran his hand through a few times. I loved my brother. He's been taking care of me since we were younger. Our parents were at work most of the time, never seeming to have enough free time to say even a simple 'Hello' to us. But I was fine with that.

"I always listen to you," I groaned and pulled my sheets closer to my chin. "Why don't you go hang out with friends?" I sighed.

Usually I am following my brother everywhere and listening to his lectures or advice. But right now, I needed a little me time. My brother doesn't like when I close myself in my room and playing console games. He wants me to get out and enjoy myself, but I prefer the warmth of home.

"That's what I want to do, but you're making it difficult," He grabbed my sweet sheets and ripped them away from me. Then, with a simple movement, grabbed my legs and dragged me off the bed. He smiled with satisfaction as I sighed, glaring up at him from my position on the floor. "The guys want to see you, pabo. So, get showered and dressed. Don't make me come back here and drag you to the bathroom."

With a ruffle of my hair, Jimin left, leaving me tired and pouting.

Why must the younger sibling have no choices? Why can't I just forget the world and enjoy silence.

But of course, I listened to my brother and took a warm shower, waking me up just a tiny bit. I closed my eyes as the warm water patterned at my sleepy face, causing me to feel relaxed. I washed myself up, making me feel more fresh and awake. The bathroom smelled of strawberry soap as I stepped out. I brushed my teeth while successfully blow drying my long brown locks at the same time. I hummed a tune while swaying a little, getting caught up in the moment until harsh pounding came from my bathroom door.

"Yah! Ona! We need to go, so hurry up!" Jimin yelled. You can't rush a woman when she's in the process of making herself look great for the world's benefit. Obviously, Jimin hasn't realized that.

"Aish, this kid." I muttered, low enough so it was drowned out by the loud noise of the hair dryer. Finishing up, I applied light make-up and a streak of candy scented perfume across my body.

I was in the process of pulling on my velvet, black boots when, once again, Jimin barged in, looking rushed.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes, thanks to you. I feel like I took the fastest shower ever." I chuckled, tugging down my black sweater to end in the middle of my thighs and followed him outside, the chilly October air making me wish I brought a jacket but knew Jimin would pull me back outside if I went to retrieve one.

"Ona Noona! You're coming?" I heard Jungkook's voice come from the large, black truck parked outside my home. His dark head popped out the window in the backseat, a huge grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and pointed at Jimin, letting him know the reason behind my presence.