"...We hope this will never happen again, and have faith in our fans that the issue will be resolved on its own. We personally don't have anything against fans greeting us at the airport-it's super sweet, and just shows how you're willing to take ti...
"Dipstick!" I yell across the room, hopping up and down.
"Bullcrap!" Jungkook shouts from the other side. We both furiously swing our joysticks from side to side whilst punching the A-B-Y-X buttons, eyes glued to the screen. He's ahead.
"Son of a gun!" I curse, shaking my controller a little and narrowing my eyes.
"Freaking milksop!" Jungkook hisses in reply. I laugh harshly.
"As if you can talk, pillock!" Using my controller, I veer to the side with a sharp turn, knocking Jungkook's cart onto the grass. He whines and leans towards the screen with a determined expression.
"Tsk," is all he says as he hurls a red shell towards my motorbike and cries out in victory, grinning widely. I yelp as my precious bike spins in the air, Princess Peach letting out a cry.
"Can you guys shut up?" Yoongi yells from his room. "What the hell are you even saying?!"
He emerges from the doorway to his bedroom with messy, tousled hair and half-closed eyes heavy with sleep. Dressed simply in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, he glares grumpily at us.
"Namjoon taught us some new English words," Jungkook speaks up, slightly shook from the elder's outburst. Yoongi rolls his eyes.
"Can't you curse in a foreign language a little quieter?" he insists, narrowing his eyes. We solemnly shake our heads.
"No, Namjoon told us we have to yell or it doesn't work," I state pointedly. "And Namjoon knows English, so he knows best."
"That's ridiculous," Yoongi growls before promptly yelling at the top of his lungs, "J-HOPE, C'MERE."
The chirpy man pops his head around the door to his room. "You called?"
"Help," Yoongi states tiredly. It's not even a question.
"With what?" Hobi walks out with an innocent pout looking slightly exhausted. He was probably practicing dancing for our next stage. Jungkook and I may or may not be slacking just a teensy tiny bit.
"The kids are learning cuss words and I'm too tired to fucking deal with it," Yoongi groans. Jungkook and I both gasp before yelling, "YOONGI, THAT'S BANNED!"
"For the love of god, can you keep it down?" Namjoon shouts, walking out of his own bedroom where he was most likely either doing a V-Live or composing new pieces.
"It's not our fault!" Yoongi says in exasperation. "These kids have been yelling English cuss words for the most part of an hour, and it's all your fault!"
"What? How is it my fault?" Namjoon exclaims. "It was innocent fun! I didn't expect them to actually use them!"
"They're kids! Of course they're gonna mimic you!" Yoongi states bluntly.
"We're not that young-" Jungkook begins to insist before Hoseok cuts him off.
"Yah, stop arguing," Hobi finally speaks up, standing in between the two. "We can solve this easily, just stop yelling, please."
"We're sorry," I mumble, Jungkook nodding his head in a solemn fashion.
"Very sorry," he adds.
"What's all this about?" Another voice joins our chorus of yells and arguing, cutting straight into the conversation and silencing us all.
"Jin, help us!" Jungkook shouts all of a sudden, stumbling to his feet and running to hide behind the elder. I quickly get up and follow him, clinging to Jungkook's arm and using the both of them as a meat shield.
"What?" Jin replies, setting down the plastic bag full of groceries on the table and removing his mask and cap. "What the hell is going on?"
"Namjoon has been teaching the kids English cuss words," Yoongi says, folding his arms and raising both eyebrows. "They've been yelling all morning, stuff like dipstick or whatever other shit."
"Namjoon, is this true?" Jin asks sharply, looking at the man disapprovingly.
"Oh my god, it was just for fun!" he insists. "They weren't meant to actually use them!"
"You know they're gonna mimic you," Jin sighs, stepping to the side to reveal Jungkook and I clinging helplessly onto each other. We had both agreed telepathically to play the innocent card; we were the youngest and therefore the superior and most favourable, was our logic.
"I give up," Hoseok announces, going back to his room. Yoongi stares at his now-closed door before slowly turning his head back to Namjoon.
"So?" he prompts. "Dude, all you have to do is say sorry and never teach the kids such language," he insists pointedly. "Not that hard. I need to get back to my damn nap so make it quick."
"Aish really?" Namjoon breathes. "Fine! Fine. I'm sorry, and won't do it again. Next time, I'll just teach them in Korean," he says quickly before charging into his room and locking the door with an audible click.
"That little shi-"
"Language, Min Yoongi," Jin says sharply, cutting him off and slipping on shoes in place of his converse. "And you too, Miso and Jungkook. Don't just mimic the elders for gods sake." With that, the broad-shouldered man makes his exit and goes to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
"That was so unfair," Jungkook states with a pout.
"I agree completely," I nod, still holding his arm.
"Dipsticks."
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