❈ bts | eighth member discontinued

ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʜᴏᴍᴇ | ʙᴀɴɢᴛᴀɴ

a teary story when you moved to your house.

"HYUNGGGGGSSSSS!"
you shouted out from your room, every one heard you and they go up to your room immediately.
"okay, but first of all, why did you scream like that?"
namjoon asked, caressing his ears.
" my dad's gonna come here, at our dorm."
you show them your phone, your dad's text displayed on the phone.
"sunwoo-ah, i'll be there at 2:00, tell your hyungs i'll stop by." - your father message so.
all of the boys looked at jungkook, the boy who met your father for a couple of times and they're sure he knows what type of person your dad is.
"wait, why me? mr. kim isn't my dad, he is sunwoo's dad, so better ask her."
jungkook said, looking at you.
"okay, so, tell us where to start."
jin looks at you, sits beside you and held your hand.
"my dad likes the kitchen, and he likes porcelain plates." you told them about that. "and he likes meeting boys with good suits."
"isn't being clean there too?"
hobi asked, getting the cleaning materials behind your closet. yes, behind your closet.
"of course," you stand up and go towards hobi, tying your hair up and take away the things from hobi.
"let's do the work."

"okay, jungkook and jimin, you get all the porcelain plates, taehyung and jin do the dishes, and sunwoo, yoongi and hobi, go prepare the table."
namjoon commanded.
jimin and jungkook starts to go up the stairs, going to your room, yes, you kept porcelain plates.
taehyung and jin works at the dishes that you used to make your special lunch, which will be happening later.
you, yoongi,and hope, prepare the cooked dishes one by one and the table being set.
"guys we need the plates now!"
you shouted, the two boys probably heard it from upstairs.
"coming!"
jimin shouted as he came down the stairs along with jungkook. jimin was holding the plates while jungkook has the wineglasses in his hands. yes, it fitted in his hands. no just kidding, he used a tray.
when they arrived, put the plates and wineglasses careful but fast and luckily, nothing was broken.
"you guys done?"
namjoon asked the two boys who were working with you.
"yes we are done!"
sope replied happily.
"get your butts moving and change now to formal! all boys finished, go change your clothes now!"
commander namjoon commanded again, and all the boys and even you worked up.
you came to your room, checked on the closet for good things.
there's one problem, you can't decide which one. the floral one or the red one.
you came up to jin, who just finished his work and ready to change. you knock on his door, he put his bath robe on and opens the door.
"what's the problem, sweetie?"
jin picks out a suit on his closet and put it nicely on his bed.
"i can't decide on which dress i'm gonna wear."
you told him.
"what dress are you particularly talking about?"
he asked.
"the floral one from gda, or the red one i wore at bbmas?"
you asked him, he remembers that day you wore those dresses and he knew everyone fell for that.
"why not try something new, i mean your father must have seen those pictures."
the man pulled two ties from his drawer, confused at which to choose.
"i like the black one on you."
you told him before he asks, because you knew that jin would ask you that.
"and thanks again hyung!"
you gave him a flying kiss.
"just wear something nice that your father would like!"
he said as you go out his room.
you go out of his room and you suddenly felt someone tap your shoulder.
"oh, hyung, what do you need?"
you asked the boy who tapped your shoulder, it was a jungkook, having trouble to put on his tie. "you're already going to be 22 and it means you're already a man but you never knew how to put on a tie." you fix his tie, brush off his shoulders and pinched his cheeks.
"OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
he caressed his cheeks, getting red from your pinch.
"you're soooo cute!"
you told him.
"thanks for the fix, you go change now, you're dad's gonna come."
jungkook gave you a hug and you now go to your room.
"you're always welcome hyung!"
you shouted as he was still on the hallway.
you searched for good clothes again, finally, something caught your eye.
a simple black dress.
you put it on and checked yourself. it does look good on you but you just don't think it's good.
for the sake of the situation you just put on your heels, and said okay to your different outfit.
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