The Ugly Boy's Makeover || Vmon ||

Chapter 17

Taehyung happily danced around his room that was currently looking like a bomb exploded inside it. His clothes were scattered everywhere; on the bed, across the floor, over his desk.

No matter what he looked at through the mirror, nothing seemed to catch his eye enough. He wanted to look extra nice just for Jungkook. '...or is it for Namjoon hyung?' He shakes his head, refusing his thoughts to get carried away again. "Not today." He whispers to himself.

"Taehyung, what are you doing?" A voice questions from the bedroom door. The young boy lifts his gaze from the chaotic floor to his mother's confused stare. Her eyes examine the state of her son's room. Usually, it was only Yoongi's room that would look unkept so finding her youngest's bedroom appearing so untidy was a new one in her books.

'Perhaps they just get like this when they hit a certain age?' She thought as she awaits for the silver headed boy's answer. Taehyung felt a little nervous telling his mom about the party. Truth is, he wasn't sure if she would allow it or not. When Yoongi was still in high school, the boy would always be at parties, even when their parents would scowl and forbid him from going to them.

"There's this...party tomorrow and I was wondering if I could go?" He mumbles quietly, his gaze fixated on his twitching fingers. Mrs Min was surprised by Taehyung's words. She never thought that he would enjoy that kind of scenery. But she knew she could trust Taehyung, he never dared to go against either her own words nor her husband's.

"Alright. You may go." She spoke, causing the younger to immediately whip his head up shock. "Really?!" He squeals, excitement beginning to course through his body. His mother nods, "however..." she trails off, her finger raised to make sure the boy was paying full attention. "Yoongi will take you there and back, and he will also stay and make sure you're okay." She says right when the very said boy, himself waltz by.

He was on his way back to his dark bedroom, a bag of chips in his grasp. Yoongi had faintly heard the conversation going on, expecting the younger was just getting scowled at till he hears his name being said. "What?" He murmurs through a half-full mouth. His mother grimace at the bad manners. "Yoongi! Don't speak while your mouth is full!" She lours, watch her son attempt to swallow his food quick.

"Why're you two talking about me?" He asks before shoving in another handful of chips into his mouth. "Well Taehyung's going to a party tomorrow and since you're such a nice big brother, I suggested that you would take him and stay with him so you can make sure he's alright and then bring him home." Their mother smiles.

Yoongi chokes on his chips, coughing loudly as he bangs his fist against his chest to help himself breathe again. "I'm sorry what?!" He yells out. Mrs Min just rolls her eyes, "since when did I become a babysitter?! No way am I doing it!" Yoongi fires back, his orbs burning holes into Taehyung's head now.

The younger lowers his gaze, staring at his odd socks as he wriggles them against the beige carpet. Mrs Min stood beside her youngest, a grumpy expression; similar to her eldest's usual resting face, displays on her lips while her hands sat against her hips. "Now you listen here Min Yoongi! You will be taking Taehyung and making sure he has a good time then bring him home safely!! And if I find out you've been drinking and driving, I'll take away your car!" The angry woman spoke with a wag of her finger.

Yoongi groans loudly, throwing himself to the floor in a fit of annoyance. He sort of reminded the others of a tantrum throwing toddler. "I don't wanna!!!" He yelps out, pouting and whining. Mrs Min just rolls her eyes, snatching away the elder boy's chips. "Tough. Get your ass off my carpet before I chase you with a vacuum cleaner." The woman savagely smiles down at her son before walking off with a giggle.

Taehyung just stood, confused as to what the hell just happened. "You own me big time." His older brother grumbles from the floor as he lay out on his back.