"Another Mario figurine!" Jin happily places it on his shelf. "I'm running out of space, guys!"
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"Yeah, (y/n)'s jealous because you spend more time polishing them than you do with her." J-Hope chuckles.
"No, I'm not!" I whine. "And where'd you get that anyways, Jungkook?"
"A fan asked me to give it to him. She seemed really shy." He shrugs. "It's skillfully wrapped, isn't it?"
I nod in agreement. It came in a very pink box with a white bow. No wonder why it caught Jin's attention. J-Hope and Jungkook walk out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
"So.. our Pink Princess seems satisfied with his gift..." I look at Jin, who's touching the figurine with such gentleness.
"Jagi~! Gimme a hug~. I'm so tired! The fan meet totally wore me out." Jin sits crisscrossed on his bed and opens his arms wide.
I reluctantly walk into them and let him play around with my hair. He starts braiding it, and I play around with his Kirby plushie.
"Jagi~, did you like my drawing?" He kisses the top of my head and asks in a childish voice.
"Did you draw it? Did Jungkook help?" I let the questions just keep flowing.
"No~! I did it all by myself! Are you proud?" He smiles.
"Are you bragging about that?" I laugh.
He buries his face into the back of my neck, and we kind of sit there for a while.
"Hyung!!" I hear Taehyung yell.
"Aish, those kids..." We walk out of the room to find clay shattered everywhere. My pottery art was all destroyed. I gasp and look around.
"W-what happened? A-are you guys okay? Jungkook-ah, you're not hurt right?" I rush to my twin and check the other members as well.
"I'm sorry, (y/n). We know how much time you put into your art. We didn't mean to!" Tae wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug.
I shake my head. "It's... okay. I can make more. It's a good thing you guys aren't hurt."
"How did this happen?" Jin furrows his eyebrows.
"The maknaes decide to play tag." Suga scowls from the couch.
"I thought it'd be Namjoon oppa, but okay..?" I kneel down and start picking the pieces off the ground.
"You're gonna hurt yourself, (y/n)." Jin gently stops me.
"No I'm not." I whine. "I'll clean this up. Go rest. You said you were tired."
"You hurt yourself with LEGOs. And a pencil. How can I trust you with glass?"
I frown at his words. It's true... sadly. I've stabbed my hand with my own pencil. Also, I somehow ended up with a bloody cut after playing with LEGOs, and I needed to get stitches. What?? Oh, shut up. As if you never hurt yourself in stupid ways before!
"No, it's fine." I snatch the piece of glass from his hands, and I cut myself. I laugh at my achievement. "Oppa~!"
Sighing, he face palms. "What did I say? You're worse than Namjoon!"
"Did you hurt yourself?" Jungkook clicks my tongue. "I can't believe you were born before me. Even though that was just a few minutes."
"Shut up!" I say with humor in my voice. "Go get me a bandaid, little bro!"
"Don't call me that!" He grins and goes looking for a bandaid.
"Jin oppa, am I really that clumsy?" I suck on my bleeding finger.
"Well, you trip over air." He pats my head.
"Is that why you like me?" I sit crisscrossed and look at him.
"You kind of get that protective side of me a lot because you need it. You're too clumsy, and it's so cute!" Jin kisses my forehead.
"Hyung~!" Jungkook throws the whole box of bandaid at Jin's head. He stifles a laugh as it hits him. "Oops!"
"Yah! Jeon Jungkook!"
I pull the box to me and nurse myself. Putting the bandaid on my finger, I look at the two boys chasing each other.
"You're gonna step on glass!" Suga yells at them. "I'll clean it up. I'm used to fixing things." He shoots Namjoon a dirty look.
"What?" Namjoon opens his eyes wide. "Oh fine, I'll help."
"And our little princess is going to bed." Jin scoops me off the floor bridal style and smiles sweetly at me.
"I'm not tired." I whine. "Put me down!"
"Okay~!" A playful smirk hangs on Jin's lips.
I feel his arms slip from below me, and I scream. He catches me before I fall, meaning I didn't have to secure myself. My arms are around his neck, my face buried into his shoulder.
"Hyung! Don't do that!" Jungkook frowns.
"Sorry!" He chuckles as I let out a forced sob.
"You almost dropped me!"
"Aww, let's go to bed, Princess." He cradles me in his arms, and I don't protest this time.
"Good night!" I blow kisses to everyone and wave. They wave back.
Jin carries my to my separate room. Well, mine and Jungkook's. He lowers me gently into my bed and plants a kiss on my forehead. As he's about to leave, I tug on his sleeve.
