Yoongi and Jimin departed home after breakfast at Jin's, his mother wanted him home so he could keep his sister company while she was at work. She didn't trust Yoonah alone in the apartment by herself, the girl was 15 but she had successfully burnt the microwave oven without the need of actual food. Yoongi didn't know how, or when it had happened, just that his younger sister had called an ambulance for the burnt microwave oven and asked if they could save its life. Yoongi wondered sometimes why he was related to such an idiot. How he shared blood with someone who possessed the ability to feel sympathy for an inanimate object and yet, couldn't even find it in her heart to show affection to her brother without the help of her menstrual cycle (or the need to borrow money), he didn't know.
"I'm home." Yoongi recited drowsily as he put Jimin down on the wood of the apartment floor.
"WELCOME HOME HYUNG! WELCOME HOME YOONGI! HOW WAS THE SLEEPOVER AT JIN'S?!" Kookie barked as he ran up to Yoongi in crazed excitement. The young husky pup was as bouncy as ever, beyond Jimin's comprehension as to why he was so full of charge all the fucking time. The feline barely had any to stand on most days, just the bare minimum to see Yoongi off before he journeyed to go to school and run up to the door when his human had returned home.
"Calm down Kook." He stayed in one spot as Yoongi went on ahead to the living room, his canine companion dogging at his heels after circling Jimin a few times in frantic joy. "We were only gone the night; it's not like we disappeared for a full year."
"No, not a year! That would be way too long!" Kookie whined sadly, as he looked back at Jimin with those irresistible puppy dog eyes. "but it did seem like you two were gone for ages." Jimin shook his head, rolling his eyes as he entered the living room. Kookie had every right to be excited after not seeing the two boys the whole night, in dog years the span of a single day was an entire month. Imagine, a complete month of not seeing two of the most important beings in your existence... a terribly lonely thought.
"Welcome home oppa." Yoonah said lazily from the living room, he could hear king of masked singer blaring out on TV.
"You eaten yet?" Yoongi yawned as he collapsed next to her on the sofa, the need for sleep was evident in the way he talked and the heavy eye bags under his chinky eyes.
"Mom left me some breakfast on the table," she adjusted in her seat to make room for her brother. "Where were you all night? I didn't see you when I got back home from band practice." Yoonah wasn't in a rock function band where she sang her heart out in front of a microphone. Oh no, she was part of the school orchestra, she played the beautifully carved instrument that earned the name violin. Her mother was a big fan of classical composers like Beethoven, Bach, Mozart and even a more modernised Yiruma. Such a fan in fact, that her two children were set in lessons for the artistic instruments at an early age, Yoongi mastered the piano at age 12 thanks to rigorous practice and expensive lessons. Yoonah, however, had yet to fall in love with her instrument as much as Yoongi had when he first set eyes on the brown piano in his childhood living room.
"I went to Jin's," Jimin jumped on the back of the sofa and laid down behind Yoongi's head, his big green eyes dilated as he snuggled up behind his neck. "He and Namjoon dragged me over for a sleepover."
"Joonie oppa was there?" she perked up as she went to face her older brother, tore her eyes away from the TV screen at the sound of the intellectual genius' name. She resembled that of a pirate who was on the verge of striking gold on a distant, undiscovered island among the seven seas.
"Naturally," Yoongi leaned his head back so that he was resting on Jimin's back. "where Jin is, Namjoon will not be far behind."
"Hmm..." Yoonah smiled, eyes darting downwards as a pink blush appeared on the expanse of her cheeks. "you should have taken me with you." Yoonah was head over heels in love with Namjoon. Why? Yoongi had no idea. Namjoon was attractive to both the naked and glassed eye, that anyone could see, but on top of his pleasing aesthetic he was entirely difficult to understand. He spoke in a way normal human beings would need a dictionary where all the human languages resided. He spoke of things like the wonders among the planets in our universe, fate and all things to do with karma and destiny. Namjoon was like an encyclopaedia full of knowledge beyond anyone's real comprehension, ever learning and relearning everything he ever read and uncovered in the pages of a book or on the internet. He could go on for hours just discussing the pros and cons of euthanasia, the unpopular opinion on abortion and why the people of America elected the ever-living cheeto, that is Donald Trump, to be president in one of the most major first world countries back in 2017. Don't even get him started on genetic engineering and film interpretation.
Mind you, with all this knowledge on the universe, you'd think he could figure out how to accomplish simple household chores like cutting onions without wounding himself on the sharp blade of a kitchen knife; or even the wonder of not breaking your mother's favourite mirror just by trying to haul it into the living room. To this day, Yoongi can't comprehend why he was any bit as attractive to his younger sister.
"Oh my God," Yoongi rose from the sofa, startling the near slumbering feline perched on the leaning post of the sofa. "you can't still have a crush on him! How long has it been? Like 10 years since you've been in love with Mr. A++?"
"Well if you must know," Yoonah sat in a more ladylike position, legs crossed elegantly and hands joined in front of her right knee. "No, I don't have a crush on him anymore." She shook her head.
"Oh thank God–"
"I am in love with him!" she declared proudly.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Yoongi collapsed back down on the sofa, startling Jimin a second time before he decided it was time to find a different sleeping spot on the floor instead of on the settee. Nine lives or not, he wasn't ready to say hello to God yet. "WHY?!"
"Intelligence is attractive!" Yoonah smirked, the blush on her cheeks burning like fire. Jimin settled down on the rug next to Kookie, but it didn't take long for him to engage in whatever the Min siblings were fighting about now.
"Oh boy!" he stood on his two hind legs. "What are we playing Yoonah?! Tug of war? Chase? OH! ARE WE GOING TO THE PARK?!"
"Settle down Kook," Jimin shushed him, eyes barely open now he was comfortable on the rug. "they're just fighting about Namjoon again."
"But it's so weird!" Yoongi rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Why did it have to be one of my best friends?! You could have had anyone!" which was true, Yoonah was exceptionally beautiful. Like any other Min in the family tree, she was born pale and porcelain skinned and had maintained that throughout her teenage years so far. She had long, black, flowing hair that reached her lower back and big eyes that smiled as she curved lips upwards.
On top of her flattering visual, she was highly skilled in most academic practices, maths being one of them. Music was another passion of hers, the violin as mentioned earlier was an instrument she took pride upon playing and practicing around the house as both a hobby and an outlet for when she needed it. One subject she had recently taken a keen interest in was English however, after finding out about Namjoon's fluency in one of the hardest languages to try and self-teach. He had done it though, and it was a wonder how but Yoonah had decided that if he could do it, so could she.
"I can't really help who I fall in love with, now can I?" she said smugly as she pulled her husky puppy into her lap and started caressing his neck. "Can I Kookie?" she put on a heart smothering voice, one you'd use to talk to a baby who couldn't even begin to comprehend what kind of crap you're saying.
"You are actually ridiculous!" Yoonah glared at him childishly. "He's never even shown the slightest interest in you, not when you were 5 and certainly not now. What makes you think he would now?"
"A girl can dream." She countered immaturely. "We aren't in a world where we can just stop ourselves from pursuing what we love."
"You got that from Joon, didn't you?" he rolled his eyes, so far back it was hard to tell whether his pupils were coming back to see the outside world ever again.
"We are the kings of our lives!" she said mockingly. "The protagonists of our future!" Yoongi had started walking away the moment his sister had uttered the word future, ears covered firmly with his pale palms.
Jimin dogged at his heels. Where Yoongi was, Jimin was never far behind...
(+) been gone a while guys 😂 I'm sorry, personal problems arose and I'm still kinda trying to get through them? I hope you all understand... my head space isn't the best rn... i wrote a lot but i kinda wasn't satisfied with it tbh. It was all very dark and depressing so I'll just include that in another fanfic.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter! 💖💖 toodles😘
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