make way // jjk

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The dinner party was absolutely fabulous. You greeted Namjoon and Soojin, Minah's parents, as part of the family when they got back from work.

The best part was giving them their presents. Jin, as she insisted you call her, loved pink, and you had bought her a pink-themed collection of kitchen tools, including a pink pan, a pink set of tea cups and pink cutlery.

"Oh my god. This is the limited edition from Seoul, right? Thank you so much, dear!" Oh, and she had an obsession with cooking/eating as well. But suffer no delusions, she was not the usual pudgy housewife. In fact, all four of the Kims had been scouted on the streets to be models. Jin had the traditionally beautiful features any Korean woman would envy. Small, straight nose, big eyes, pale skin.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was the definition of manliness. When the two were married, they were put on the covers of all magazines, business ones or otherwise, because the son and daughter of the two most respected CEOs of the world were to be joined in holy matrimony. With their parents growing older and gaining the bulk of the responsibility, it was a phenomenon in how they cared so much about their children. Namjoon had a perfect figure, toned arms and legs even though he was well into his thirties, and a very firm gaze that women and girls alike melted at. Which was why you had bought him the standard business set of watch and tie. Along with some vintage indie records he had mentioned very long ago. "This is great, wow. Thank you."

As immaculate as they were, Namjoon and Jin were the coolest parents ever.

Taehyung got a set of headphones he had been whining about a couple of months back, which Minah mentioned over the calls you guys had.
He had screamed "Love you, dongsaeng!" before running to his room and trying it on his laptop.

You hadn't known what to get Minah at first, but after a lot of online grocery shopping you brought out a super big bag of food from your suitcase along with a pair of biking gloves she had wanted from the Salvation Army shops, and she had the 20kg bag delivered to her room. Minah was around 45kg last you checked, but had the appetite of a lion. The food was the usual that the both of you would always buy for watching movies and doing homework and crying over breakups. The only thing you couldn't bring back was ice cream, but you figured you could treat her to that whenever you wanted.

To someone like Minah, value existed not in the monetary value of a gift but in the effort the gifter put in getting the present. It was always hard to get presents for Minah's family. They had everything. You and your family, as middle-class citizens, constantly doubted their liking of your gifts, but you had learned to get over that over the years.

Not just anyone would know the exact combination of sweets, chips and biscuits needed to form the Minah Package that was your standard present for her. Not that you didn't get her other stuff, but this was tradition. 10kg of Skittles, Reeses, M&M, Malteasers and occasionally some Ferrero Rochers, plus 10kg of Pringles, Lays, dried apples (they were a thing for Minah, so), Oreos, Mrs. Fields brownies and caramel flavoured popcorn (still in their packages) when you felt like it. You calculated that you would need to replenish her supply within the next three weeks, assuming that she wasn't planning some unexpected trip to the gym. Minah smiled widely knowing what you were thinking and dug in to the feast that was prepared for you.

But you still had one small thing on your mind - your present for Jungkook.