Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Aw, you and your siblings are such family goals!"
His brown orbs sparkled with irritation as he crossed his arms defensively, "What is it now?"
I struggled to hold back my laughter as I rocked my chair, "I can't believe you guys even have a hair colour theme. Looks like my brother and I have step up our game soon. What do you suggest we should do? Matching eye contact colours? Matching piercings?"
Jimin's glare intensified as he propped his head up with his elbows, "I swear the hair thing was purely coincidental. Who knew my dumb sister and my dumber brother would pick pink too? Definitely not me."
I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the comical outrage on his face.
"It's honestly not fair!" he complained, "I've been eyeing the pink dye and talking about dyeing my hair pink since the start of the year! They could have dyed their hair pink earlier if they really liked it as much as I do. But no, they decide it was a great idea to do it at the exact same time as me. Now all everyone is coming up to tell me is that Sana and Jisung fit pink better than me. Does no one care about my feelings anymore? I'm so hurt. Geez, I hate my siblings."
"There, there," I rubbed his back comfortingly as he folds his knees up to his chin, somehow making his already small frame even smaller, "We all have those moments."
"I'm so upset!" he exclaimed miserably, "I don't understand why my siblings have to do me so dirty. I'm such a good brother! I do the dishes, I clean the house and I even buy them dinner sometimes! And this is how they treat me? I suddenly don't feel guilty about trash talking them now."
I hastily drew my hand away as he made a dramatic body shake, wheezing a sad sigh as he flopped back to his original position.
"Hey, why aren't you seating at the front?" I suddenly realised, giving him a scandalized look, "Why are you sitting here?"
He looks up to return me a nasty look, "Because I wanted to complain to you about my shitty siblings."
Snorting, I shook my head, "Don't you have friends to do that with?"
"Aren't we friends?"
I choked.
"Just kidding," the pink haired boy waved a hand at me, sniffing in disdain, "Who even wants to be friends with your pathetic ass anyway?"
"Your best friend Sicheng, apparently."
Jimin's sparkling eyes darkened, "I don't really know how to phrase this, but you should... be a little more careful around him, Yeon-ah."
I licked my lips in surprise, cocking my head. What was this sudden bro-hood betrayal?
"He is," the bright haired boy rocked his body in the chair he had fit himself on, struggling internally to find a word to fit, "A trouble magnet? He brings a lot of trouble. Unknowingly and sometimes unintentionally too."
