Yoongi as your Brother[JK X READER]

CHAPTER 2

He pulled up in front of a huge building — modern, sleek, and way too expensive-looking.

I blinked. "Wait... do you live here? Like, just you and the members?"

Yoongi gave me a look. "No. There are other company facilities in this building too."

He parked, and someone immediately came over to take his keys. My jaw dropped a little. Valet parking? Okay, flex.

We grabbed my bags from the trunk, and Yoongi led me inside. The elevator ride was quiet, the kind where you try not to fidget but end up adjusting your bag strap twenty times anyway.

We stopped at a floor near the top. He knocked, and as soon as I heard footsteps, I immediately ducked behind his back.

"Seriously?" he muttered.

"I'm shy!" I hissed.

When the door opened, the rest of BTS were already gathered in the living room. I stood awkwardly behind Yoongi as he stepped aside and cleared his throat.

One by one, they introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon — the leader. You can call me Namjoon," he said with a warm smile.

"Hey there! I'm Kim Seokjin, but just call me Jin," said the tall one with an unmistakable glow of confidence.

"I'm your hope, you're my hope — I'm J-Hope!" said the sunshine with a grin.

Then a playful voice cut through the group. "Hi there, beautiful. I'm Park Jimin — just Jimin for you."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, already over it.

"Hi, I'm Kim Taehyung. Call me Taehyung," he said with a boxy smile.

Finally, my heart did a weird little jump.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook. Just Jungkook," he said, eyes meeting mine for a split second.

I bowed slightly. "Hi, I'm Min Y/N. You can just call me Y/N. It's really nice to meet you all."

Jin clapped his hands together. "Well, now that intros are out of the way — let's get you settled in."

"Where do I stay?" I asked.

"There's a guest room available. You can have that," Yoongi said.

"Sweet!"

"Follow me," he added, picking up one of my bags and leading the way.

"Thanks," I said softly.

"Don't mention it," he replied without even looking at me. 

We reached the guest room, and I pulled out a change of clothes.

"Is there a bathroom in here?" I asked, scanning the room.

"Yeah, through that door," Jungkook said — now somehow sitting casually on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks," I said, heading in quickly and locking the door behind me.

While changing, I suddenly heard the door lock from the outside.

My brain went into mild panic. Why did he lock it?! Did I just get trapped?!

I flung the door open... and nearly had a heart attack.

Jungkook was mid-shirt change, back turned, then — he turned to face me.

"AHHH! I'm sorry! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I squeaked, instantly covering my eyes.

He laughed. "It's okay. Nothing to see here. Just—please don't scream. If Yoongi hyung hears, I'm dead."

He started walking toward me.

"Don't come near me! And put your shirt on! I'm going back in!" I shrieked, diving into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Inside, I was blushing so hard my face felt like it might combust. Why does he even have to change in here? Doesn't he have his own room?!

Eventually, I came out, trying to act normal. I started unpacking, when he suddenly said:

"Do you like me?"

I froze. "Excuse me, what?"

"I mean... just curious."

"You're a great person," I said carefully, pretending to arrange socks like my life depended on it.

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Later that evening, I came down for dinner and saw Jin in the kitchen.

"Hi, Jin," I greeted him.

"Oh, hey Y/N. Did you get to rest a bit?" he asked while chopping veggies.

"Want help?" I offered.

"Sure. Thanks!" he said with a smile. "First time I've had help with dinner in this dorm."

"Really? Why?"

"They're always too busy playing video games. And your brother's always locked up in that so-called 'genius lab.'"

"Even though he's not a genius," I whispered under my breath.

"I heard that," said a familiar, flat voice behind me.

I froze. "...Oh."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "Let's talk."

"About what?" Oh no. Am I dead?

"Just follow me."

"Okay..." I agreed nervously, wiping my hands on a kitchen towel as I trailed after him.