One Sister, Seven Brothers, and More Memories {BTS}

Attention

This was requested by zeegitimacy. Thank you so so much for supporting my stories and pointing out my very careless mistakes. (I'm still embarrassed over the whole "sweat pea" thing, fml.) I hope you like this, boo~!

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"We're leaving you home alone," your mother told Jin as she and her husband pulled on their coats.

"What? How can you leave me alone with seven of them? Especially when (Y/N)'s as young as she is?" fourteen year old Jin, whined.

Your dad chuckled. "It won't be that difficult. It'll be proving your worth around here," he joked. "Marie and I will be home around midnight. Don't forget to call us when you're going to bed."

Jin bid his parents good-bye as they left to start their date night. He sighed when the door shut. "You hear that? All you stinky children have to behave."

"I'm a teenager," Yoongi spat, having just turned thirteen a few months ago.

"And Hoseok and I are twelve!" Namjoon added.

"Well you're still stinky," Jin concluded. He looked up to see eleven year old Jimin bounding the stairs.

"Hey, hyung," Jimin started as he made his way over to Jin. "Since you're in charge, I think I should tell you that (Y/N) is crying."

Jin could faintly hear wailing and he walked upstairs, his other siblings trailing behind him. He walked into your bedroom, shared with Jungkook at the time, to see you crying in Taehyung's arms.

"I WANT EOMMA AND APPA!" You screamed.

"They're not home," Taehyung explained, rubbing your back. "But we are."

Jungkook, nine years old, pouted on his bed. "She's going to be crying all night and then I won't be able to sleep!"

You slid out of Taehyung's arms and ran to your parent's room, slamming the door behind you.

"So now what?" Jimin asked, looking up the oldest Kim for some sort of advice.

"I think she's too riled up to calm down on her own," Hoseok said.

Jin snapped his fingers. "What if we all try to cheer her up?"

"I am not doing that," Yoongi growled. "I try so hard to be the best oppa and the one time I get noticed is not going to be shared with you brats."

"Are you saying we should have a contest?" Jungkook smirked, walking over to his brothers.

Jin groaned. "The last time we had a contest, Taehyung broke a pinky."

Taehyung giggled. "But it works still so what's the problem?" He wriggled his fingers as if to drive the point through.

Jin rolled his eyes. "Knock yourselves out. But if any of you break something, you're calling eomma or appa, not me."

"You have to compete, too!" Namjoon slapped Jin's shoulder. "Don't you want to her favorite?"

Jin looked at his younger sibling. He did. He would do anything to be the best sibling but he didn't feel like he needed to compete in order to get that title.

"Fine. Rock, paper, scissors for who goes first." All the boys got in a circle, hands ready.

After several rounds of the game, Jimin was declared as the first one. "I'm going to win, just you wait," he snickered as he skipped towards his parent's room. He quietly opened the door and poked his head in.