Anpanman (still on break, unfortunately)

Chapter 1

"JUNGKOOOOK!!!" The blond haired male roared out, searching for whoever did this to him. The breeze of the air conditioner added to the chills he was experiencing after being soaked in cold water. How did it happen? Let's have a little flashback, shall we?

flashback:

It was a normal, sunny day. Well, it was supposed to be. The oldest siblings went for a little trip to the mall, who knows what kind of adventures they're doing right now, leaving their younger siblings behind in their enormous mansion.

Jimin, exhausted from his dance practice, finally arrived home, the thought of resting delighted him. Lazily, he trudged towards his room, plopping down his rolling chair once he had arrived. But, a loud noise almost murdered his eardrums. He shot out of his seat, ears ringing for a few seconds as he tried to compose himself. He looked under the seat, leading him to the discovery that would surely cause an argument later. An airhorn, taped right under the cushion, was the culprit behind it.

Without thinking straight, he ran towards the youngest's room. Instead of seeing his brother, a cling wrap stuck on his face, blurring his vision and further adding fuel to the fire boiling within him. What a lovely day this is. He removed the cling wrap, and stomped his way to his twin's room. At times, Jungkook hangs out in Taehyung's room; it was a plausible assumptiom to make.

He noticed the ajar door, albeit it wasn't open enough to see the bed (The bed is next to the door). He furiously pushed it back, and got a surprise in return. A small bucket of water fell and drenched him in cold liquid. Just for laughs and giggles, his head got hit by the bucket. 3 pranks in a row, 4 including the bucket-head-hit. Truly, what a wonderful day this is. Suddenly, two boys busted out laughing as they emerged from their hiding spots in the living room.

end of flashback~~~

"You needed that shower, Jimin," the blue-haired male, a.k.a. Taehyung, said in between his laughs, "You stink already."

"Obviously I would. I came from a dance practice, genius," Jimin remarked, sarcasm dripping from his voice just like the cold droplets falling from his hair.

"Ok, ok, let's halt our arguments here. Hyung, if you don't mind, please go and take a shower now. Tae, should we continue with our videogane search?" The youngest of them all decided to put an end to the twin's bickering.

Jimin scoffed and was about to smack the back of the youngest's head, since it was obviously his idea to pull those pranks off. Too bad Taehyung beat him to it.

"Pardon, but what was that for?" Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, staring incredulously at him.

"That's hyung for you, brat. I'm a year older than you."

"Really? Then act like it."

"Aish, you brat!"

The both of them continued to squabble as Jimin began to eat the content of the bag of popcorn in his hands. (Don't ask me how or where he got it, probably from one of the nearby shelves).

"These kids. Stop fighting, I ran out of popcorn," Jimin decided to intervene, folding the empty bag into a neat, four-layered sheet (hopefully that makes sense). He headed towards the bathroom, wanting to take a nice, refreshing shower after a tiring series of events.

"What should we play?" Jungkook asked the older one as they sat on the sofa, both finding a comfortable position for their gaming session.

"I don't know, you pick," Taehyung plainly replied. "Hmmm, how about that one?" Taehyung suggested almost instantaneously.

"Autopsy? I heard that this game has a good storyline," Jungkook remarked. They looked at each other and nodded, as if they're about to fight side-by-side in a dangerous mission.

a few moments later

*Door breaks* "HELLO, PEA-are you serious right now? Namjoon, stop breaking the door!" An annoyed Seokjin scolded Namjoon. The latter could only rub his neck while smiling sheepishly.

"Eh? Why did you guys break the door?" Taehyung looked at them, confusion written all over his face. After about 2 seconds of silence, he reverted his attention back to the game.

"Rude. Anyways, we brought takeouts!" Seokjin exclaimed as he started to take the foods out of their plastic bags, "Yoongi, fix the fracking door."

"Fine," with a sigh and a silent grumble, the named man headed towards the door to fulfill his order, "Namjoon, hand me the toolbox, please."

Now now, where could Hoseok be? Currently, he's sitting beside his younger brothers, patiently waiting for them to finish the round so that he could finally play. Not long after, Namjoon joined him, doing the same thing as his twin--waiting for their turn to play the game.

"Where's Jimin?" The oldest one inquired. He had successfully areanged their meals on the table, no thanks to his younger brothers. Sometimes, he wonders, why do they never help him automatically? "Dinner's served. You better go here, sit at the dinner table, and eat these foods before it gets cold. And please, for the sake of my sanity, clean the tables and wash the dishes yourselves. I've already fixed our meal," he ranted, hands folded across his chest. His brothers paid no heed, but he knows they listened to his words. Yeah, hopefully, or else he's have to bloom flowers in their bedrooms and let random insects pester them.

All of a sudden, an audible stomach growl could be heard. Yoongi, being the nearest to the source, stifled a laughter, "You're hungry already? we just had ice cream roughly 20 minutes ago. Mind you, you had the largest one."

As if on cue, both Hoseok and Seokjin turned their heads towards him, incredulously staring at him.

"Shush, we have different stomachs for deserts, meals, and snacks," they chanted in unison. Yoongi could only face-palm himself as a response.

"TIME TO EAT! Guys, let's eat, I'm already hungry!" Hoseok's voice resonated throughout the living room, and probably reaching each and every corner. Loud enough to reach Jimin, thankfully.

"WAIT FOR MEEEEEE!" Jimin shouted in his room, still clothing himself.

"Just why? Be faster, Min!" His twin shouted back at him, growing impatient as his twin had the audacity to make them all wait.

"WAIIIIT!" The man in the room yelled back. After a few seconds of silence, he bolted out of his room, the door slammed to the wall in a loud thud.

"Time to eat!" The oldest announced, letting his younger brothers pick their foods first. Chatterings, chuckles, and food getting devoured resonated throughout the room. A peaceful day for them, just like any other day.

(Their foods, by the way, are burgers, fried chickens, pizzas, and pastas, with large bottles of sodas. Just wanted to let you know)

And with that, this chapter ends. To be continued...

So... er...

Yeah. This is the first chapter of this long journey.