my brother, jimin // j.jk

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We walk into the mall, heading straight towards the coffee shop. This is basically our typical hangout place, so most of the employees working this shift are familiar with us. Therefore, it is no surprise to me when I hear friendly greetings as we walk in.

"Yay!~ They're here!" Jongdae shouts.

"Jeon Jeongguk! Jung Hoseok! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Kim Taehyung! Kim Namjoon! Park Jimin!" Chanyeol exclaims happily, hugging each person after saying their name. He pauses upon spotting me, a slightly puzzled expression covering his face. "Ah," he says shyly, scratching the back of his neck out of embarrassment, "I'm sorry. You don't come here as often, but you're here with them a lot. I don't think I ever caught your name, though," Chanyeol softly speaks to me.

I laugh quietly at his shyness and embarrassment at such a simple thing. "It's okay. My name is Park Seohee, I'm Jimin's sister," I state, smiling up at the tall boy, holding my hand out for a handshake.

"Alright then. I'm Park Chanyeol," he begins, shaking my hand, even though I already knew his name because of the name tag on his work uniform. "It's nice to meet you, but now you have to get a hug too," he smiles brightly down at me before opening his arms wide and pulling me into a warm hug, which I return happily. He seems like the type of person you would want to be friends with, the type of person you just can't dislike. The hug ends too soon, in my opinion, and I return to the group to sit at a table. Jongdae waves at me before I turn away, and I wave back with a smile.

"They seem nice," I say as we get settled into our seats.

"I mean, yeah, but we've been here before, so it's not like you're just now meeting them for the first time," Jimin states the obvious.

"You're so annoying," I say jokingly while laughing, lightly pushing his shoulder.

"But you still love me~," Jimin says back, reaching to hug me.

"Speaking of love," Jeongguk starts, wiggling his eyebrows, "How's your relationship with Pyong Yeongsik going?"

I instantly smile because of the topic. Ah, Pyong Yeongsik, the guy I've been dating for the past two years. He's wonderful — so kind, funny, caring, a good listener, fun to be around. No matter how much I try, words cannot describe how amazing he is, nor how much I love him. We've been through so much, but we've also had so many great times together. He makes me so happy.

"It's great," I say, smiling even wider.

"Good, it's obvious that he makes you really happy, and no one wants to see you sad. If he can make you that happy, then he must be a great person. I'm happy for you," Jeongguk says, smiling at me with satisfaction. He will often tease and whine and make jokes and so on, but Jeongguk is actually a really caring person.

After that, we all continue to typical conversations again — jokes, a hint of gossip, stories, whether or not water is wet, the works.

"Water is not wet, you idiot," Yoongi says through slightly gritted teeth, right in between a normal tone and a shout.

"Yes it is!" Taehyung retorts.

"No, it is not!" Yoongi says, louder than last time.

"Alright," I laugh," let's just leave that there," I say in an attempt to end the seemingly never-ending argument and the death glares which Taehyung and Yoongi are exchanging.