𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 | the eighth member of bts [ON HOLD]

Happy Birthday, Jae!

(Heeeeyy! It's June 29! Jae's birthday! Here's a quick and fluffy chapter for y'all!)

Warnings:
Short asf
FLUFFY ASF

"Jae."

"Mmm..."

"Jae~."

"Ugh."

"Jae, wake up!"

I lift my head from my pillow and steal a quick glance at my clock. I loll back down and put my pillow over my head. "Hoseok," I groan, "it's 7:14 in the morning. Go back to bed."

He pokes my upper arm. "Jae Jae~" he sings. I slackly try to shoo him away.

"Wakey wakey, chocolate cakey~!"

"What?" I peek out from under my pillow. There stand all of the boys a few feet from my bed, Jin holding a chocolate cake with ten lit candles on it.

"Oh, my God," I say. I laugh and rub the sleep out of my eyes. "You boys are too much!" I lift the sheets from my body and dangle my feet from my bed.

Namjoon counts, "Hana, tuhl, set!"

"Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da!
Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da!
Sarang ha neun Jae Hwa!
Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da!"

I inhale and blow out all ten candles in one breath. The boys cheer and clap.

"What'd you wish for, Noona?" Jimin asks.

"I would tell you, but according to the laws of the universe and the fabric of space and time itself, I can not."

"Now let's eat!" Jin exclaims.

I pump my fist in the air. "Hell yeah! Chocolate cake for breakfast!"

• • •

"For the love of all that is holy, Jae. Remember to chew!" Namjoon exclaims as I continue to inhale my cake.

"Jae." Yoongi walks into the kitchen with a sky-blue gift bag, bits of white tissue paper sticking out of it.

"Aww, guys!" I use a napkin to wipe the chocolate off my face. "Guys, I told you not to get me anything!"

"But we did anyway," Yoongi says as he sets the bag down in front of me, "because be we love you."

"Aww, I love you too!" I beam.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!" exclaims Jungkook.

"Yeah, yeah! Open it!" Taehyung echoes.

I pull the bag closer to myself and take out the tissue paper. I reach in and wrap my hands around a box. I pull it out. The box is black, and the lid has the words 'ALEX AND ANI' written in bronze on one edge.

"What? You guys got me Alex and Ani?" I excitedly open the box. Inside are three bracelets. One is Rafaelian gold with a green crab charm on it, the second has coral colored beads, and the last one is a relaxed-fitting gold chain with an anchor charm.

I examine the crab bracelet; I know why they got it. It's my zodiac sign: Cancer, the Crab. "Oh my God," I marvel. "They're beautiful! I swear you guys know me better than me!"