pink roses ~ k.sj

n i n e

English

Korean

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"Jinnie, let me win once please?" I begged and he shakes his head. "Nope, I will always be the champion, E." he says and I sigh, we had been playing Mario Kart for the past 30 minutes. Scooting up on my seat I take the small shortcut I knew about, Jin screamed as I did, "No! That's not fair! You cheated!" He yells and I smile, passing the finish line in first. "Haha, champion who?" I ask, standing up and jumping around, pointing at him and sticking my tongue out. "What?" he asks. "Oh shit, I asked you who's the champion now." I said, forgetting the different languages. "Oh, ok. Rematch." he states and I sit down, "Yeah, whatever." I say.

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"Ha! I won again!" I yell and Jin pouts, crossing his arms. I walk up to him and sit down next to him, hugging him lightly. "Awh, Jin, you okay?" I ask. He leans onto my chest and sighs. "No. You beat me twice." he sighs. "It's okay, you're still the champion in literally everyone's mind." I say. "Just fuck already" Jungkook says from the hallway, walking to his room. "Kookie!" I exclaim, jumping up. "What?" he asks. "I said your name, sorry." I say and he nods, understanding eventually. "Anyway, first of all, language. Second of all, no!" I say. "You know you want to" he says, turning to fix the position of something on the cabinet. "Do not!" I yell. "Whatever, I know you do." he says. "Sure whatever" I say, walking back over to where Jin sat. "Anyway" he said. "What was Jungkook saying?" he asks. "Nothing" I say, waving it off. "Ooooh, what'd you say about it?" he asks and I push him. "Jin!" I exclaim. "What?! I'm just asking!" he smiles and I roll my eyes. "Whatever. It's dinner time, let's cook something." I say, walking to the kitchen. "Like what?" Jin asks and I shrug. "I dunno, I only lived here for four years. I wasn't even a teenager yet." I say and he nods. "Fair enough. Japchae?" he asks and I nod. "Sure."

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I take a fork out of the drawer as Jin takes chopsticks. We set them down at the table and I call everyone downstairs. "Guys! Dinner is ready!" I yel and hear a series of footsteps and 'One second's. Eventually, everyone is downstairs and we all start to eat. "Wait, wait, wait. Can you use chopsticks?" Jin asks and I shake my head. "No, I never learned." I say and he shakes his head in disbelief. "Nope, no one I know is going to use a fork in this house," he says and hands me the pair of chopsticks next to my plate. "So, you hold them like this" he says, picking his up and tapping them on the table. He shows me with his index finger holding the top, his middle finger in between the two, and his ring finger and pinky on the side of the bottom one. His thumb was laying straight up, across both, and it barely moved when he went to pinch his food. I repeated the way he held his and tried to hold food, but it was hard, and it dropped onto my plate almost immediately. "Ugh," I sigh and try to pick it up again, leading it into my mouth and pushing the bits of noodles hanging from my lips, into my mouth. I chewed, and swallowed, said food and drop the chopsticks onto my plate. "I did it!" I exclaim. "Eiko, korean, not english." Namjoon reminds me. "Shit, sorry, I'm just used to it." I say. "It's ok" Jimin says.