Advantage Of Having Small Eyes: People Will Never Know That You Just Cried

advantage of having small eyes: people will never know that you just cried

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A bulletproof heart

Synopsis: 15 year old Kim Yn has her fair share of poor choices and bad days. She used to get through them with her brother, Namjoon, and their friends, Yoongi and Hobi. When they dismiss her dream, she's determined to make her voice heard and prove her resilience. Luckily she meets a few new friends a long the way that help her become bulletproof.

Genre: social media au, high school au, angst

Kim Yn × ????? (At the moment it could be anyone but namjoon and JK, or it could be no one. Pairing will be influenced by reader interaction)

Themes: coming of age, girl power, unrequited love, underground rap line vs. punk band vocal line

Warnings: mentions of past self harm, mentions of sex (no depictions of sex since all characters are minors), depitctions of anxiety/panic attacks, under age use of drugs and alcohol, just an enormous amount of angst.

Update schedule: Sunday, Monday and Thursday (starting Sunday, July 25)

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🎤 Intros: D-Town Boyz + Yn

🎸 Intros: Bulletproof

Arc I

❣one: yn has left the chat

❣two: anti account

❣three: look it up babyboy

❣four: I was born this way

❣five: the feeling is mutual

❣six: potato tomato

❣seven: aww but you love it

❣eight: what's the truth Tae?

❣nine: have fun

❣ten: war of hormone

❣more coming soon

Author notes:

This au will need your input! I have the first arc planned out (~20 parts) and a possible future arc in mind, but if you, lovely reader, don't tell me your thoughts I will probably end it at the first arc.

Itzy's Yeji is used as a face claim for Yn simply for aesthetic purposes. Some other random pictures may be used for outfits etc. The character of Yn and her musical style are in no way related to the idol and no other members of itzy will appear

Photos of OT7 from 2013-15 approximately will also be featured bc that's closest to the age they are in the story

Everyone is a musician but I don't consider this to be "idolverse" at least not for now

Members of NTC will appear in name only bc I get tired of coming up with names and that's like 57 names for the taking.

This story takes place in Daegu but it's mostly American teen culture 🤷🏻‍♀️

I love yoongi so much and I'm so sorry idk why he has to be such an ass but if you need some fluffy Yoongi go read The Sea Without You lmao. I promise next au I'll make him more likeable. 🤪

I'm not creative enough to make a banner for this so if anyone has those skills and wants to lend them hmu

yes KIM YN drag theeeeeeem HAHHAHAHAHA but Hobi 🥺💕

Tw: vague mention of past self harm

❣ two: anti account

Bulletproof Heart

Don't be afraid if it gets late. You'll survive, it's just one night - [don't wait up, Shakira]

A/n: this night is the one from the teaser, so that's the emotion she's carrying around

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THE PACT: PART 24 | jsk×yn

<< lose her >>

Warnings: none! No spoilers, but there's no funny business here

Wc: 3.5k

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When you all arrived at the airport on Jeju Island it was a circus getting everyone's luggage and piling into a few taxis to take your whole crew to the house you were renting for the long weekend. Jimin and Jeongguk, Yoongi and Minseo, and you and Jin each had a room, but Taehyung, Hobi and Namjoon had to fight over who would take the two twin beds in the fourth room and who would be on the couch. The result was a pouty Taehyung flopping onto your bed only minutes after arriving while you and Jin settled your luggage.

"What are we doing today?" he wanted to know, trying to think of how he could postpone his sleep on the uninviting sofa as long as possible.

You hummed while you unpacked your neatly folded clothes. "We could go down to the beach for a while. It's only a couple blocks away. And then tonight Jin wants to go to Dongmun market and eat all their food."

"Not all of it. I'll save some for you, jagi," Jin interjected with a wink and a loving smile. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

"Is there something you wanted to do, Tae?"

Taehyung shrugs and rolls onto his stomach. "I'm just here to go to the beach and get drunk. Hobi and I may go to some bars and try our luck with our fellow tourists." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"And bring them back to the couch?" Jin chuckles.

"Hopefully they'll have a hotel room with a bed."

>>

After a peaceful morning on the beach, you and Jin had spent most of the afternoon of your second day in the kitchen of your rented house preparing a large meal for everyone, with a little bit of help from Jeongguk. Yoongi had entered the kitchen around the time you started and was going to offer to help, but when he noticed how in your own little world the two of you were he decided to leave you alone and went to read in the yard instead. You and Jin had started cooking together a lot more recently, now that he knew not only that you could be trusted but that you were also good, and the time you spent together in the kitchen was just as much fun for both of you as everything else you did together. 

When you all sit down at the long table in the backyard the first few minutes pass fairly quietly as everyone enjoys their food, with only a few compliments muttered between mouthfuls. Eventually though, the cacophony of conversation typical of your group of boys picks up. Yoongi, Minseo and Namjoon are sitting at one end of the table to the right of you along with Hobi, who is clearly making the effort to get to know the part of the group he's least familiar with. At the other end of the table the three youngest debate loudly about a movie they saw recently, attempting to rope Jin into the conversation, but he hasn't the slightest idea what they're talking about, nor does he seem to enjoy their banter the way he normally does. Looking at him you can see a distant look in his eyes, which are fixed on some random spot in the grass. He's sweating, which wouldn't be so alarming given that it's late August, but he also appears to be visibly shaking. You lift the back of your left hand to his forehead before you say a word.

"Jinnie, are you okay?" You ask when he looks at you, startled by your touch. 

Jin feels a little lost, his mind running through all the undesirable possible outcomes of what he's thinking of doing, though in the end it boils down to positive or negative, and it's entirely up to you to decide. Jin doesn't like to think about possibilities and consequences too much, but when it comes to you, how can he not? He turns to look at you, meeting the tenderness of your eyes that match your adoring smile as you brush your knuckles over his cheekbone--satisfied he doesn't have a fever. He catches your wrist as you're lowering your hand from his face and places a kiss on the back. Suddenly he doesn't feel quite as nervous.

"I need to ask you a question," he says, his voice caught in his throat so that you can barely hear him.

"What did you say, love?" Jin looks down at your hand, rubbing his thumbs along your fingers, before he tries again.

"I need to ask you a question," he repeats, but he's overcompensated and spoken during a lull in the conversation so now he has everyone's attention and the table falls silent. Jin clears his throat as he feels all eyes are on him.

"Okay, Jinnie. You can ask me anything," you assure him, highly aware that your friends are all looking at you, too.

"Uh. Okay," he starts nervously, his eyes shifting over your shoulder to look at Yoongi and Joon before coming back to yours. "Sweetheart, you've been my best friend for like twelve years now. And since the moment I met you, you've been the sweetest, most caring person I've ever known. You're also one of the craziest, funniest and funnest people I've ever met. The twelve years we've had together have been so important and special to me. Several years ago I made you a promise, to always be the man you needed and to take care of you. I've never broken a promise to you, and I don't intend to break this one either. Will you help me keep it?" As if he's suddenly remembered, he pushes his hand into his pocket and comes out with what he was looking for. "Jeon Yn, will you marry me?"

Your gasp is lost among the others at the table. The rest of the world has fallen away. No one else can see quite what you can. What Jin has pulled out of his pocket is a silver replica of the green twist-tie ring he'd made before. "Seokjin," you breathe.

"I know that it's sudden! But we're hardly strangers. And I love you so much, sweetheart. I've loved you for years and I will keep loving you. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Is that okay?"

You take hold of his face, pulling him toward you before you can get the words out. "Yes, Jin. Yes, I'll marry you," you manage before pressing your lips joyously to his. He pulls away too soon so he can place the ring on your finger. "You took my ring, didn't you?" He nods sheepishly in response. "I want it back," you whisper and he responds with a smile and a kiss on your cheek before the rest of the world comes back to you.

Cheers and laughter, hollering and clapping go on around you. Jeongguk turns to Jimin to give him a kiss of his own, feeling just a touch of envy at your happy moment, but not nearly enough to overwhelm his satisfaction. Taehyung is standing behind Jimin, clapping loudly, pleased to finally see Jin get what he's wanted for so long. At the other end of the table, Namjoon looks similarly contented if not relieved, having suffered through the idiocy shared between the two of you longer than anyone else. Beside him, Hoseok wears a shocked and enthusiastic smile, thinking to himself how good it was that he ended things with you. Even Minseo looks genuinely happy for you.

As the others begin to move around you offering hugs and congratulations, no one notices the only odd reaction until Yoongi's chair hits the concrete of the patio, knocked over in his determination to escape the scene. Everyone's eyes follow him into the house.

"Congratulations." Minseo's hand had already been wrapped tightly around yours when you heard the crash, but the enthusiasm with which she intended to wish you well has greatly diminished. She gives your hand a final squeeze before turning to follow her own fiancé inside. 

Everyone else is quick to brush off the moment, unwilling to look closely or to let what they don't understand ruin the mood. Hoseok comes at you with a huge heart shaped smile that makes his eyes disappear, and his arms snake around your shoulders.

"I'm so happy for you. I knew there was someone for you. I knew it," he coos in your ear. You give him a tight squeeze and he backs off to make room for others. 

Namjoon is next, pulling you into his chest. "Thanks for saying yes," he grins. "Or else I'd never be able to get rid of this guy." He reaches over you to land a heavy hand on his long-time roommate's shoulder and mouths, "I'm proud of you."

When he's gone Jeongguk and Jimin make a sandwich out of the the two of you, and excitedly talk over each other until you can't make out what either of them are saying, and Tae just comes around the side to join the group hug in silence until he finally mutters, "about time."

By the time all the hugging is over a crash is heard inside the house, followed quickly by shouting. Jimin convinces you and Jin to go take a walk and enjoy the evening while the rest clean up.

>>

In the morning when Seokjin comes down to make some coffee before heading out for some morning fishing, he's surprised to see Yoongi sitting at the kitchen counter with a warm cup in hand. Although he looks like he just got out of bed, it's clear he hasn't slept much the night before. He meets Jin's eyes when the older man glances at him briefly, but Jin quickly turns away to fill a cup with coffee. He turns back to Yoongi and leans against the counter. Both men sip quietly for a few minutes, during which Jin tries to subtly observe Yoongi, as if he can understand the thoughts of his old friend merely by looking at him. But Yoongi's always been difficult to read. 

"I was going to do some fishing this morning. You wanna come with?" Jin offers suddenly before he can really think it through. 

Yoongi's eyes snap up to Jin's once again. Nothing could have been more unexpected. Yoongi and Jin haven't done anything alone in years, with the small exception of discussing the arrangement for his release/ engagement party, but there were plenty of other people around in the noisy restaurant at the time. The concept of the two of them sitting side by side enjoying a quiet leisure activity is fraught with tension. Back when Yoongi had chosen Jin's restaurant, he had been looking for a way to reconnect with his old roommate. He's been missing Jin for a long time, years really, because despite your intention that the group should still include him, Yoongi doesn't have a good relationship with either of you, not really. He joins the occasional group activity and hangs out with Namjoon, but it's rare to have an actual conversation with one of you. So even if it's bound to be the most awkward morning he'd ever had, he accepts Jin's offer with a slight nod before sliding off the kitchen stool mumbling that he would go get dressed. 

The walk to the dock is virtually silent with not a single word spoken by either man. They rent some equipment and find a spot. A full half an hour passes while the sun rises in the sky before Jin can't take anymore. 

"I can't do this. It's driving me crazy. What the hell was your reaction last night?" Jin demands abruptly. 

Yoongi turns to him with wide eyes,  taken aback by his bluntness. "I…" Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs. "I don't fucking know, man. It was like it was ten years ago and I'm fucking jealous of you again even though I know that makes no sense."

Jin blinks at Yoongi several times. "Jealous? Of me? For what?" He has to wonder.

"Of you and Yn and you're whole thing." Yoongi makes a gesture through the air toward Jin's body.

"What thing?"

"I don't know. You guys have always had this weird synergy. You always got each other, you know? Always on the same wavelength. Always laughing, always down for anything for each other. I always-" Yoongi bites his bottom lip while he looks at Jin for a moment before continuing. "I was always afraid I was going to lose her to you."

"You thought you would lose her to me?" Jin can do nothing to keep the shock from his voice. 

Yoongi nods his head sullenly. "It's part of the reason I didn't want to live with you anymore. I thought maybe I could keep her away from you, or let her be around you less. When we broke up I really thought she would move on to you, and to be honest that idea killed me. I was surprised to learn about the pact a couple months ago. I really wasn't prepared for you to go through with it. I guess...there's a part of me that hasn't ever gotten over her, over losing her. There's a part of her I can't let go."

For a long, silent moment, Jin can do nothing but stare at the other man. 

"Please, fucking say something," Yoongi begs when he can no longer stand the intensity of Jin's gaze. "Don't just fuckin stare at me!"

Jin shakes his head slightly and looks back to the water. "Sorry. It's just, none of that makes any damn sense. I-" Jin continues to shake his head in disbelief. "I was in love with her back then, sure, but I never could have taken her from you. Yn only had eyes for you. And you threw her away. Oh my god." Jin snorts at his own thoughts. "Please don't tell me you cheated on her because you were jealous of me!" Jin sounds genuinely angry, as if they were having this conversation right after the fact instead of years later when the wounds had seemingly healed and should be forgotten.

"No! No, I swear it wasn't like that. That was about Mini and me. No one else." Yoongi shakes his head, eager in his denial, and at least he's telling the truth.

"Speaking of Mini, you're engaged, finally, so what right do you have to be jealous of me and my fiance? How can you still be holding onto this?"

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair in frustration. Frustration with himself and with this conversation. Because he doesn't understand it either. "I don't know. I know I have no right. I know all thoughts of ever being with Yn again should have been abandoned long ago, the moment I let her go, but I can’t seem to shake it, not completely. And I love Mini, I always will and I am going to marry her, if she'll still let me. But Yn will always be Yn, and I don't have to explain what that means to you."

Jin grips the all but forgotten fishing rod until his knuckles turn white. He knows that as much as there would be a part of Yoongi's heart that always belonged to you, the reciprocal would also be true. He knew this about you when he decided to propose, but it's different hearing it come from Yoongi. Jin chews the inside of his cheek, willing his emotions to not overwhelm him, but it's impossible to keep his eyes from watering when he looks at the younger man. "Yoongi, please don't take her back. Please don't take her from me. I can't-"

"Woah, woah, woah. Hyung, no! That's not what this is! It's not like that I swear!" Jin looks away, trying to compose himself. "Jin, I know I can't have her anymore. I know you guys are meant to be together. It was just...hard to see last night, I guess." Yoongi looks away as well, down to his hands. "Fuck. I just realized how much of an ass I was for proposing to Mini right in front of Yn."

Jin sniffs and laughs, trying to inconspicuously wipe the moisture from the rims of his eyes. "You just realized that?"

"Yeah," Yoongi laughs back as he reddens. "Look, hyung, I don't want to come between you two. And I'm happy for you. You're marrying one of the best women in the whole world. I just...got lost in some old emotions I never really dealt with. I'm sorry."

Jin sighs heavily, relaxing his shoulders a little. "I mean, I get it. She is amazing. Obviously I'll never get over her either."

Yoongi can't help shaking his head at the smug smile that Jin's now wearing.

"Are you going to tell her?"

The smugness quickly melts from Jin's features with another, more exasperated sigh. "Do I want to tell my brand new fiance that her ex-fiance still has a soft spot for her? No. But I suppose she deserves to know, doesn't she?" Yoongi shrugs, unsure himself. "But I don't really want her to hear it from you, if that makes sense."

"I get that. I don't exactly want to tell her either," he admits. 

"I'll tell her, if you assure me this isn't you trying to get her back and if you apologize to Minseo for being a jackass."

"I'll make it up to Mini, don't worry. And I'll make sure Yn knows how happy I am for the two of you, because I really am. You both deserve to be happy." Yoongi pauses, nervous of his next words. "I really hope we can be friends again, Jin. It sucks to feel like you still hate me for what I did. Not that I blame you."

Jin gets to his feet, ready to call it a day despite it being early. Maybe he can still catch you in bed, since you'd gone back to sleep when he'd left you. He shrugs as he squints into the sun. "Sure. I mean. I hated you because she wouldn't. I hated you because she hurt for so long and I was afraid she wouldn't be happy after you. Now I know I can and I will make her happy. So there's really no need."

>>

Jin is pleased to find you still in bed like he had hoped, though it's kind of hard to tell if it's you buried under the mass of fluffy duvet you're blocking out the light with. When he slips under the cover to get his hands on your skin--still naked from last night's activities except for your panties--you're almost as warm from your burrowing as he is. You moan sleepily when you feel his soft lips against the skin of your shoulder. 

"Already back? How late did I sleep?" You wonder. You feel rested but you know you could sleep more still, so you're not opening your eyes. 

"It's not late. I came back early," he mumbles against your skin.

"How come? Did you catch something?"

"Nope. I just wanted to be here with you." He pauses, hesitant to say what he's going to say next because he knows it will wake you up completely, and then you'll have to have a conversation he's truly dreading. "I had an interesting conversation with Yoongi."

He certainly has your attention now, your eyes opening with shock. "You talked with Yoongi? What did he say?" When he doesn't answer right away you turn around in his arms until you can see his face, a troubled expression resting there.

"He said he was jealous."

"Jealous?" you repeat curiously. 

"He told me was jealous of our relationship, I guess basically the whole time you guys were dating. Was afraid you would leave him for me." You could see just how mystified he was by the idea. "And he said he still loves you." You don't even know how to respond to that so you don't, and he goes on. "Or I guess, a part of him will always love you. Which I get. And I know a part of you will always love him." He can't look at you when he says it and you know he's avoiding your eyes but you don't want him to. You place your hand under his chin to bring him back to you.

"Kim Seokjin. Don't. Don't look like that. The part of me that's twenty years old may always love Yoongi. But I've loved you so much longer and so much more. I want you. And if you're worried that knowing this about Yoongi is going to change my mind, I promise you that it isn't. I want to be with you. I'm going to marry you."

Jin's eyes fill with light as a smile spreads across his face. "Really? You still want to?"

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as your own smile comes on. "I do. I love you. We're perfect together. I couldn't do this with anyone but you."

Jin's squeezing you tightly against him now, pressing your whole body into his. He feels like his heart might burst if there's any space between you and him, and he buries his face in your hair to hide the tears of pure emotion that blur his vision. 

"I wouldn't do this with anyone but you, either."

>>>>

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❣seventeen: I'm with you

Bulletproof Heart

Here we have 6.5k of hurt/comfort. It's mostly comfort, the hurt is from the previous chapter. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to yell at me in the asks/comments.

Warnings: cw: parental neglect, allusions to self harm

It's a damn cold night// tryna figure out this life // won't you take me by the hand // take me somewhere new? [I'm with you by Avril Lavigne]

>>

They have a show tomorrow night. They have a show tomorrow--their second one--and Jungkook had broken a string and Jimin a drumstick during practice, so off to the music store they went, all four members of Bulletproof piled into Jin's small, old sedan. He made sure they all stocked up on new strings and drumsticks and even some extra drum heads for Jimin because the way that boy beats his drums can get a little violent when he gets really into it. Jin doesn't want anything to go wrong. Even though he’s doing his absolute best to act like this was all just fun and nothing bothered him for the sake of the younger guys, he’s worried about doing a good job in front of an audience. He'd felt okay after the first show a couple of weeks ago, knowing that the great thing about low expectations was that they were easy to meet. The boys hadn't done badly, and he was pleased with them, especially considering it was the first time for each of them to perform. Now the expectation would be at least that high and he hoped they would exceed it, so he'd been pushing them in practice all week. 

After the music store Jin drops Jimin off at home since he doesn't drive to school and only has access to his dad's car on weekends, when he usually goes on a bender and doesn't need it anyway. Right before getting to Jimin's house it starts to pour, and he has to make a run for it to the front door. He turns back to wave goodbye to them but they can barely see him through the sudden heavy rain. Jin pulls away and heads for their own neighborhood, the other two boys jamming almost violently to the Ramones' Blitzkrieg Bop at full volume. Jin drives carefully through the wet streets, fully conscious of his responsibility for the two boys in the car. Driving down one of the main roads, not long before the turn off to their neighborhood, Jin spots a hunched figure walking along the sidewalk. It's far past sunset and in the dark rain it's a surprise he spots them at all.

“It’s a girl,” Jungkook says as they get close. She’s not at all appropriately dressed for the weather, even if it wasn't raining. Jin slows to a stop beside her, causing her to turn toward the car instinctively, and Jungkook rolls down the passenger side window, exposing himself to the rain. The girl peers in at him and Jungkook looks back as the other two lean in to get a look at her. 

"Y/n?" Jungkook asks in confusion.

"Kookie?" she responds just as surprised, but her voice is heavy with exhaustion.

"Y/n what are you doing out here?" Jin wonders loudly against the pounding rain.

"Who cares why! Get in here!" Taehyung leans over to the other door on the side closer to her and pushes it open. "C’mon!" He yells at her. She hesitates for only half a second before climbing into Jimin's spot.

It's warm and inviting inside the car, the music's been turned down low and for a moment all of them look at her as she looks at each boy in turn. Despite the rain presenting an easy explanation for the state of her, they can clearly see the distress in her eyes, their redness and puffiness betraying the fact that she'd been crying, if not recently at least a lot earlier. The tension is broken when Jin clears his throat and turns forward once again to face the steering wheel.

"Let's get you home," he says calmly, reaching for the gear shift. 

"I don't want to go home." Jin can hear the sadness in her voice, and he nods his understanding, having anticipated that.

"I meant our home," he corrected. "Buckle up."

Y/n looks at Taehyung before turning in the other direction groping for the seat belt. Before she can grab it, Tae reaches an arm around her back and pulls her to the middle seat. Without a word he finds the center strap and wraps it around her waist, clicking it into a secure position, and then he's pulling her head against his shoulder, stroking her shivering arm with his hand. 

"I'm soaked through," Y/n mutters as a reason that he shouldn't be holding her so close. She turns her head to be able to look into his dark eyes that are already looking down at her. He shakes his head just slightly. 

"It doesn't matter." He wipes at her cheeks and her forehead to dry them with the sleeve of his hoodie. "You're freezing. You're gonna catch a cold."

"That's not how you catch a cold," she scoffs, but turns into his chest anyway and let's him wrap her in the open flap of his sweater, her own arms snaking around his body for extra warmth. Jin looks in the rear view mirror at the same time Jungkook looks over his shoulder, just in time to see Tae close his eyes and rest his head on top of Y/n's. The oldest boy’s not quite sure why he feels hot at the sight of it.  

The ride to the Kim house only lasts five minutes, but they're the most peaceful minutes she's had all week. It's quiet except for the beating of Tae's heart in her ear. The steadiness of him and the warmth he's surrounding her in is almost enough to make her fall asleep. But they arrive before she can. The rain has almost stopped but not quite, just enough that they don't have to run inside. 

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," Jungkook says softly after letting the car door fall closed.

"Night, Kook. Get some rest, yeah," Jin calls to him, just like a real older brother. 

"Kookie." Y/n reaches out a hand to grab his wrist as he passes, her voice little more than a whimper. 

"Don't worry, Y/n," he assures her, already knowing what she wants to ask--that he won't tell his parents--and he won't. His mom and hers have never gotten along, the very reason Namjoon and Y/n stay on their own instead of with them. She smiles weakly in appreciation before letting him go. Once he's gone, Y/n looks up to see Tae give her an inviting gesture, just a jerk of his head. 

Inside, under the bright overhead light of the living room, she can see the damage she's done, his shirt and sweatshirt darkened with water. 

"I got you all wet. I'm sorry." Her voice is still soft, meek, and Tae's almost shocked to see this side of her, even softer than the shy Y/n he met at the party. She hasn't said one sarcastic thing or made fun of him. He thinks of what Jungkook told him a week ago, about how sensitive she is, because even though he has no clue what could have brought this out in her, he can see she's wounded and vulnerable. 

Tae shrugs. "Gotta change for bed anyway." He turns to go to his bedroom, leaving her standing in the middle of the Kim household, directionless until Jin calls her name and waves her over to his bedroom door where he’s waiting for her. 

“You can change into these,” he tells her softly, handing her a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt he pulled from his drawers for her. Jin walks past her and leads her to the bathroom, located between his and Tae's rooms. He flips on the light and wishes it were cleaner, but it could be worse. "Towels in here. You can take a shower if you want."

"I'll just get dry and change, thanks." She glances up at him briefly with sad eyes, and he's struck by just how much he wants to see her smirk at him the way she usually does. After lingering just long enough for the silence to become awkward, Jin leaves her alone, closing the door softly behind him. 

Y/n begins to remove the wet clothes that cling to her frame. A thin zip up hoodie over a crop top and grey joggers. Her clothes are entirely inappropriate for Deagu in November, but she wasn't in her right mind when she left the house so many hours ago. It was a long time until she even felt the cold and by then she was far from home. She couldn't even say how far. She'd just walked, aimlessly in whatever direction the sidewalks would keep taking her. She'd walked by store fronts and restaurants, through parks and passed warehouses, all with her head down and her music playing loud until her Bluetooth headphones had died and then she just left them on her head because they still insulated her a bit, let her stay inside her mind, even if that was clearly the last place she needed to be. 

She couldn't be at home. Not that broken place, all the more broken when she was there alone. She hadn't slept all night, afraid to close her eyes and listen to her thoughts so instead she played with her beats until she couldn't see the screen anymore. Namjoon had opened her bedroom door in the morning to tell her it was time to go to school, and she waved a hand at him to suggest she would be leaving soon and to go on without her. She slept a couple hours when the exhaustion left her mind blank enough to fall asleep,  and then waking to all her painful thoughts, she forced herself out of the house.

Now she's tired all over again and all cried out. But at least here she feels an odd sense of safety. Why and how had the Kim brothers' home become a place of refuge for her? She isn't sure but she's thankful for it. When her clothes lay in a sopping pile on the floor she takes a towel from the cabinet Jin had indicated and pats herself dry, doing her best not to look into the mirror that only tells her lies her mind is all too willing to accept about flaws that don't exist. When her skin seems dry enough, she slips into the clothes Jin has given her and decides to take advantage of the hair dryer Tae had left plugged into the wall in his rush to leave that morning.

Jin changes in his own room and as he exits he's surprised to hear the sound of the hair dryer turn on, but he finds himself smiling, thinking how warm and comfortable she'll be when her hair's not all wet. He goes to Tae’s room to grab his wet clothes the younger boy left in a heap on the carpet before he goes to drop them in the washer along with his own. Tae is in the kitchen already, opening packages of ramyeon. He wishes they could offer her more, knowing for certain that she hasn't eaten since God-knows-when, but none of the three men who live in this house have found the time to go to the store the last few days, so he does the best he can. Seokjin busies himself with cleaning up around the kitchen and living room until he hears the hair dryer shut off. He waits a few more minutes for her to emerge before he begins to worry about her, eventually going to stand outside the door, hesitating to knock until he hears a sniff from within. 

“Y/n?” he asks, followed by a soft knock. Inside the small bathroom, she’s startled by the sudden sound, not realizing she’d gotten lost in her head again and that a few more tears had slipped from her eyes without her permission. “Y/n, are you okay?” he calls again and she tries to quickly wipe her face. “I can wash your clothes for you,” he offers. 

She opens the door slowly, avoiding his eyes. “You don’t have to do that,” she says to the floor. 

“It’s no problem. I’m washing mine and Taehyung’s clothes anyway.” 

He extends a hand to her, indicating that it’s not much of a request, or at least not something she needs to choose. Forcing her brain to restart out of her stupor she turns to pick up her wet clothes from the floor, using the towel she borrowed to wipe up the excess water. When she turns back to hand them over Jin manages to catch her eyes and the overwhelming sadness he finds there nearly knocks the breath out of him. He’s never seen a girl look so broken, and before he can think through his actions he’s dumping the items she’s given him onto the counter top and pulling her into his chest. A small sound of surprise comes out of her, muffled by his chest. He’s just about to pull away, thinking how he’s just invaded her personal space when her arms raise to weakly encircle his waist. 

“Two hugs in one day,” she mumbles into his chest, but he can still hear the surprise in her voice. "Must be a record."

A breathy laugh escapes Jin’s lips. “Yeah, we’re kind of a huggy family. Sorry.” He tries once again to pull away, but Y/n’s fingers wrap around the fabric of his shirt and her muscles tense, keeping his body against hers. 

She’s too embarrassed even to apologize for her clinginess. She is embarrassed though. She hates to admit how good it feels to be held like this, to feel the warmth of him. Because there’s a feeling she's so used to that she might not be conscious of it if not for the fact that just a little while ago she'd gotten a respite from it, even if for only a few minutes in the car. But it’s abated even now, holding onto Seokjin. It's a feeling that has her on edge almost all the time. It's like she lives behind an invisible barrier between her and the rest of the world, and the isolation has made her skin so sensitive that this small, friendly embrace has set her whole body on fire. She doesn't know if it's a physical feeling or one in her mind. What's the difference anyway? All her nerve endings experience a near-constant state of loneliness. She doesn't know what to call the feeling, but she knows that when Tae held her close in the car it went away. The same way it does when Hobi hugs her tight. The same way it’s gone right now. This simple embrace has momentarily cured her profound lonesomeness, and she doesn’t want to let it go. 

“Do you wanna stand here all night, or do you wanna go to the couch?” he asks simply.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, trying to talk her muscles into releasing the poor boy. Reluctantly, they obey and she takes a step back.

“I just meant, do you want to stand here hugging or do you want to go cuddle on the couch?”

Y/n blinks at him, unsure if she could have possibly heard correctly. The word cuddle disturbs her, makes her feel small, like a child, and she hates it. But then again it sounds so nice. She’s already feeling numb, wishing she hadn’t let go of him so quickly, but it’s too late. 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He shakes his head at her. “I wouldn’t have offered it if it made me uncomfortable.”

“But the other night you wouldn’t even share the bed with me.” She can only stare at him in confusion. 

“That was...different...we won’t be sleeping, and we won’t be in my bed. This is just...comfort.” The word seems strange to her. “If you need it, I don’t mind at all.” He grabs the pile of clothes he’d left on the counter. “I’ll take care of this,” he says and leaves quickly. 

Y/n wanders over to the couch and sits, still feeling too tired to think about anything as simple as turning on the TV or looking at her phone screen that’s lighting up on the coffee table. It’s become more of a habitual accessory than a communication device at this point. 

Seokjin takes her clothes to the washing machine and starts it up before going to sit at the other end of the couch from her, turning off the harsh overhead light and turning on the tv on his way. He doesn’t want to crowd her or make her feel like she’s pressured to accept anything, so he just sits quietly, flipping through channels. 

"Any suggestions?" he asks, not finding much.

"I don't care," she replies casually. She takes a curious look around the room, noticing that the side of the house from which she's only ever heard a man's snoring, is dark and quiet. "Where's your dad?"

"Night shift tonight," Jin responds without taking his eyes off the screen. 

"Hard to believe I've been here three nights and I've never seen him."

The ceaseless button clicking of Jin’s thumb stops. "He works a lot. Two jobs, at a factory and a few nights a week doing security. I don't see him a lot either." The clicking resumes.

"Sorry. My mom works a lot, too." Her voice trails off at the end until it's almost inaudible, which she's thankful for because she can hear the shake in it. He turns his face to her as she wraps her arms around herself, her body shaking slightly. Jin bites the inside of his cheek, wishing he had a magic fix to help her. He doesn’t want to invade her privacy and ask her what’s wrong and he doesn’t want to trespass her boundaries and force her to accept his affection, but damn he just knows she’d feel better if he held her, even just for a minute. This is standard therapy in their household, nothing a good hug can’t fix. When he was young and something upset him, his mother would take him into her arms and hold him tight, humming a quiet song in his ear, and it wouldn’t take long for him to feel better. Without wasting another moment in thought, Jin sucks in a deep breath and releases it quickly before he wraps his hand around her bicep and drags her with him as he flops back onto the cushions. He tucks her in between his body and the back of the couch where she's safe and warm, struggling a little while he gets his arms around her. 

“If you don’t like this, just say so, and we’ll stop,” he tells her in a hushed tone. Her heartbeat settles, calms alongside his. She both hates and loves how well and how quickly it's affecting her. “I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want to ask.” 

"This is so embarrassing," Y/n mumbles into his chest, but she can't deny the way her body is already relaxing into the cushions and into him.

"There's nothing embarrassing about cuddling. It's good for you." He tucks her head in under his chin.

"I guess I just don't have a very affectionate family," she admits to herself, and she's almost too comfortable where she is now for that to hurt her. "Hobi cuddles with me sometimes, but it feels more like an attack." She hears him chuckle softly. "He can be a very clingy baby."

When Jin hums in response she can feel it in his chest, against her face. "Is this okay?"

"It's nice," she admits softly, though she knows 'nice' is a pale word to describe the relief she is feeling. 

"You're welcome to get cuddles here anytime. I don't mind at all." He squeezes her a little tighter in his arms and lets out a happy sigh.  

By the time Tae enters the living room carrying a tray with three large bowls of ramyeon, Y/n's breathing has gotten slow and heavy, and if she isn't already asleep Jin can feel that she will be at any moment. At the sound of his brother stopping behind the couch to take in the sight, Jin opens his eyes to give him a look full of warning, threatening what he'll do to the younger boy if he wakes up the girl in his arms. Tae doesn't know exactly how to respond, so he just shakes his head and continues his journey around the couch to set the tray on the coffee table, sighing in disappointment at the bowls of noodles that are going to go cold. 

"You can watch whatever," Jin whispers, a rare concession from one brother to another who loves to fight for dominance of the TV.

As Tae folds himself down onto the floor, Y/n’s phone catches the attention of both boys when it makes a quiet vibrating sound. Jin reaches behind him to grab it, knowing that, whatever Y/n may be going through, there are people who are probably worried about her. The text messages coming in and the missed calls are from the same man that's filling her lock screen, “MY hope💖”. He takes a chance and is utterly surprised to find she had no passcode. He opens the messages and reads only the ones that have come in most recently. 

By the time Hoseok arrives Tae has finished eating and is moving the clothes from the washer to the dryer. Jin has rolled onto his back to be able to stare at the TV, but Y/n is tucked into his side still and this is as far as he's willing to go, no matter how hungry he is. Just as Tae comes back to the living room there's a quiet but firm knock on the door. 

The street behind Hoseok is still wet, shining under the street lights, but the rain has stopped now. Tae’s surprised by the delicious smell that surrounds the other boy. He can't stop his hungry eyes from flickering down to the brown bag in Hobi's hands. He looks down at the bag too and then back to Tae’s eyes. 

"I figured she- you'd all be hungry." He extends the bag to Tae, who steps aside to let him in. He doesn't mind the hungry look in Tae’s eye. He can eat it all. Hobi can get more, and he's earned it for saving Y/n anyway. 

"She's on the couch," Tae tells him, as if there's anywhere else for him to go when he enters other than the living room. Tae’s trying not to get lost in the heady smell of Hobi's family's dumplings that fills his nostrils. 

Hoseok enters the living room and stops short, shocked to see Y/n sleeping in the arms of Kim Seokjin. He'd never seen her act that way with anyone else, and only reluctantly with him. She and Namjoon barely ever even hugged. Hoseok was the only person that she was ever affectionate with, and it had taken a long time and the force of his personality to gain that kind of trust and intimacy with her. Yet here she is with her head on Kim Seokjin’s shoulder, her legs entwined with his, his t-shirt balled up in her fist while she sleeps. Something indescribable bubbles in his stomach--something he knows he’s felt before but has never been able to name--but he doesn't waste anymore time standing and staring at them. 

Hoseok walks behind the couch and leans over the back while Jin eyes him curiously,  their eyes meeting briefly. He knows Hoseok is her closest friend in the whole world, but to Jin he's just a stranger. Hobi hesitates to wake her, but peaceful as she looks curled into the other boy’s side, he needs to make sure she's okay. He needs to talk to her. Gently, he shakes her shoulder and calls her name. She lets out an adorable moan as she begins to stir that brings a smile to both Jin and Hoseok's faces. Slowly, Y/n opens her eyes to see her best friend's face hovering above her. 

"Hobi!" Her voice is still thick with sleep but there's an undeniable joy there as she lifts herself up to wrap her arms around his neck, not noticing the way she almost hits Jin.

"Hey, babygirl," Hobi chuckles in her ear, pleased with her automatic response to him. He lets her cling to him for as long as she wants. 

"Jin," Tae hisses to his older brother, who’s taking in the scene with wide eyes, motioning with his hand toward the kitchen. A little reluctantly, the eldest slides off the couch and joins his brother.

Once they're gone, Y/n releases Hobi from her hold so that he can come around and sit in front of her. The first thing he does when they're sitting face-to-face, their knees touching, is to grab her by the forearms and place her hands on his face. She's not fooled by his attempts to mask his actions, but she takes his face in her hands and rubs her thumbs over his high cheekbones anyway. Not noticing any discomfort when he holds her wrists, he releases her with a sigh, letting go of a breath that's been trapped in his lungs for hours. That done, he grabs Y/n by the waist and pulls her almost into his lap so that he can wrap his arms around her in a proper hug. 

"I love you," are the first words out of his mouth, muffled by the way he's burying his head in her neck.

"I love you, too," she responds, but he pulls away shaking his head and takes her face in his hands.

"No. I need you to hear me. I love you. Full stop. Whether you love me or not. If you're mad at me or I'm mad at you or we don't talk for weeks or months or years. You're important, and I love you, and I need you to exist, okay? You can't disappear." His eyes glaze over with unshed tears as they stare into hers, searching, begging for understanding from her. She nods and when he releases her face she leans forward to rest her chin on his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry." He wraps his arms tightly around her back. 

"Don't apologize. Don't even think about it. You're allowed to be hurt and upset. You just have to let me be here to help you," he murmurs in her ear and smiles when he feels her nodding again. 

"Promise we won't ever not be talking."

He can't help a small chuckle. "I promise."

"I should go home and take care of Namjoon," she tells him as she pulls away. Hobi's disappointed in her impulse to push her feelings aside for her brother, but not in the decision to go home and he agrees.

"Wait. You guys should stay and eat at least." Taehyung comes surging into the living room carrying bowls and extra sets of chopsticks. Y/n glances between the two boys. 

"It does smell good. But-"

Hoseok cuts her off. "I have more in the car for Namjoon. We can stay for a little bit." She smiles and turns back to Tae to help him set up the food on the coffee table while Hobi pulls out his phone to text her brother. It's good that he has time to give a warning to Namjoon, who's been sitting at home with Yoongi. The last thing Hobi wants tonight is to have to referee between the two of them.

The twenty minutes they spend eating with the Kim brothers is filled with laughter. Y/n does her best to pull off her snarky attitude as she relentlessly clowns on Tae. And even though he knows she's forcing it, even though she doesn't have to, he feels happy receiving her abuse because it has always made him laugh. It seems right. Hobi enjoys watching her interact with her new friends, appreciates the kindness they show her through their actions and their words. It doesn't escape his notice the way Jin puts extra food in her bowl or the way he constantly examines her face for signs of distress. Overall it's a much more amiable environment than the two of them are used to. 

"Sorry for being a burden, and for keeping you up so late," Y/n says as she's sliding into her shoes that are still wet. Hoseok's eyes flicker over her face, knowing burden is a word she uses very specifically, a word that for her involves a lot of fear and insecurity, but he doesn't say anything.

"You're not a burden, Y/n!" Taehyung assures her with his characteristic enthusiasm. 

"You're welcome here anytime, Y/n." Jin gives her a fond smile before he adds, "I'll bring you your clothes tomorrow. You can give mine back whenever." Hoseok's eyes drift over her to notice her clothes for the first time, but again he says nothing. 

"Okay. Thanks. And good luck with your show tomorrow night."

"Don't say that like you're not going to sit with us at lunch tomorrow. You too, Hoseok!" Tae's invitation is so genuine there's no hope of the boy refusing. Whatever confusion Hobi has about the nature of his relationship with Y/n, he likes Tae's energy.

"Sure," Hobi agrees with a wave and guides Y/n to the door with a hand on the small of her back.

The ride to her house is quiet without a word spoken between them. Hobi parks in the driveway, and Y/n is out of the car before he can cut the engine. She walks quickly to the door and pushes it open, finding Namjoon pacing slowly in the living room, but he stops and turns to look up at her. She can't explain the urge to do it--she and Namjoon have barely spoken to each other in two weeks, hardly seen each other face to face--but as soon as she sees him she propels herself forward directly into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his body. Her brother is stunned, unsure at first how to respond, not just because she's been so distant from him recently but also because he can't remember the last time they hugged each other. When finally he raises his own arms to hold her, he realizes it must have been a long time, maybe years because he's definitely taller now. The look of shock on Hoseok's face when he comes through the open door perfectly reflects Namjoon's feelings. Yet as unprepared as he was for the embrace he's unwilling to let go when she starts to loosen her hold, and he pulls her in tighter.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. Namjoon leans his head against hers, happy just to hear her voice. 

"I'm just glad you're safe."

Hoseok goes to the kitchen with the food for Namjoon to give them a moment of privacy. He can still hear their voices, and even though he doesn’t know what they’re saying, it warms his heart that they’re finally talking again. 

“I’m sorry for being so awful for you these past couple weeks. I shouldn’t have acted like that,” Y/n cries weakly, still held tightly against her brother’s chest as new tears spill from her tired eyes. 

“I deserved it. I should have supported you, or at least listened to you. And I’m sorry for taking you for granted. I won’t do that anymore, I promise. I missed you, bug.” Namjoon gives her one final squeeze before pulling away. Y/n wipes her nose on her sleeve. 

“I missed you, too, you big dummy.”

“Whose shirt is that?” Namjoon wonders all the sudden. “Seokjin’s?”

Y/n couldn’t help laughing at the nearly accusatory tone of his questions. “Yeah,” she admits with a sheepish grin. 

“Wait-” Namjoon sighs, dropping his hands by his sides. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad they helped you.”

“Me, too. Not gonna lie, I had no idea where I was.”

“Y/n, you can’t just go wandering around at night!”

“I didn’t. I went wandering during the day, and then...I got lost at night.” They both sigh heavily. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll try not to do it again.”

“Good. Now go get ready for bed.”

Y/n rolls her eyes with a, “Sir, yes, sir,” before moving toward the hallway. “Oh, and Hobi brought you food,” she adds, catching the smile that lights up his face before she turns to leave. 

Even though she’s had just about all she thinks she can stand of being wet tonight, Y/n decides to take a hot shower anyway. Despite being dry she feels the need to be clean. She wishes desperately that she could clean away all the things that feel so terribly wrong about her on the inside. As she does her best to wash every part the water can reach, she realizes that although she and Namjoon apologized to each other, they didn’t talk about what was actually happening to them. Because they never talk about it. Aside from the other day when Namjoon practically accused her of abandoning him, they’ve never had a real conversation about the hurtful things both of their parents have done to them. They’ve never talked about what it meant when their dad left them without any warning. They’ve never talked about the fact that their mother would rather work anywhere in the world than be at home with them, or that the reason they live alone and not with relatives is because of her own pride. Y/n’s never told Namjoon about the time that she overheard their mother tell their father that she never wanted the burden of children, and that he’d said he didn’t want it either. As sweet as it is that Hobi loves her and her new friends are kind, it can’t make up for the hurt she feels. She doesn’t notice she’s crying again as these thoughts swirl around in her mind and they don’t stop until Namjoon is banging on the bathroom door. 

“Hurry up, bug!”

“Sorry,” she replies slowly, shutting off the water immediately. Quickly, she wraps a towel around herself and slinks back to her room with water still dripping from her hair, Namjoon slipping in the bathroom right after her. She decides to put Jin’s shirt back on, finding comfort in the smell of him and the memory of what he did for her. She takes the time to dry her hair again, and when she turns off the blow dryer the house is dead quiet. Namjoon must have gone to sleep. She tries to do the same but after just a few minutes of lying in the darkness she realizes that her intrusive thoughts have no intention of letting her rest. Despite her exhaustion she pulls herself from bed and over to her desk to open her laptop, slips on her headphones and plays the first track under the artist Heart, mouthing along silently to every word.

After she’s gone through all of Heart’s songs twice--there aren’t very many of them--she pushes herself away from the desk and walks quietly into the dark hallway, rubbing her eyes from the brightness of the screen. She goes straight to the kitchen and drinks a glass of water without turning on any lights, but the unexpected sound of steady breathing has her fumbling for the closest light switch as she traverses the living room again. 

“H-Hobi?” she stutters out when she sees the boy spread out on the couch. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she apologizes, flipping the lights off again. 

“I hadn’t fallen asleep yet,” he assures her. 

“What are you still doing here? I thought you’d left.”

“My parents didn’t want me driving home so late, so they asked me to stay the night and bring the car back before school.” Y/n lets out a soft sound of understanding. It’s nice, she thinks, that his parents care about something like that. “You should go to sleep, angel.”

Y/n walks over to lean against the end of the couch. “I can’t, Hobi.” She knows what she needs, but she chews on the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t even get the words out before, she definitely can’t ask now, can she? And what would it mean if that’s the only way she can fall asleep? What would she do then? Just as she’s about to turn and hurry back to her room without saying any more, Hoseok sits up, sensing that whatever words she’s holding back will need some coaxing to get out. 

“What is it, babygirl?”

“It’s dumb but…”

“Hmm?”

“Can you...could you…” She groans, exasperated with herself and her own neediness. 

“Tell me what you need,” Hobi begs after she falls completely silent again. “You know I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

“Can you come hold me ‘til I fall asleep?” She forces all the words out in a rush so none of them get stuck in her throat. 

A smile spreads wide across Hobi’s face because he’s proud of her for asking for what she needs and because he’s honored she trusts him with such a request. He throws off his blanket and springs up from the couch. “Of course I will. I’ll hold you all night.”

Together they walk back to her bedroom and she makes Hoseok get in close to the wall before she gets in the bed with him. This isn’t the first time they’ve shared a bed, nor the first time they’ve fallen asleep cuddling, but usually it’s because Hoseok is afraid of thunderstorms. 

“You sure are clingy tonight,” he teases as she scoots in, pulling away as soon as he says it. “Hey, no! I was kidding. Come here.” He pulls her back in and locks her in his arms. A minute passes as they get comfortable, fitting into each other perfectly, but he can feel she’s still holding a breath. His cheek brushes over hers so he can whisper in her ear, and her cheeks warm. “You’re gonna be okay,” he tells her. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’re strong. A lot stronger than you should have to be, but you’re gonna be okay.”

She hates the fact that his words bring tears to her eyes and she pushes her face into his neck because she’s just so damn tired of crying. He hushes her gently, and she takes one deep breath, letting it out completely until finally she lets go of the remaining tension, allowing Hoseok’s natural warmth to lull her to sleep once and for all as he presses several soft kisses to the top of her head.

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The whole group was at your house today, as it was the start of Soojin’s birthweek.

Yes, birthweek.

Because one day is not enough to celebrate your daughter’s birthday. And as Jin liked to say:

“She’s a princess! Specifically, MY princess. One day is not enough.”

Your sons didn’t care whether or not their birthday was spent all in one day or a whole week, but Soojin had plans. Yes, she liked to plan as well. 

“What do you want to do for your birthday anyways?” Jungkook asked Soojin. He was sitting on the floor with his other nieces as they all held plastic tea cups and sat around a tiny table.

“I want to go camping!” Soojin says as she poured fake tea into the cups. Jungkook pretends to drink from it.

“That’s all? Just camping?” Jungkook replies. Soojin nods her head. “That’s so random…” 

“It’s starting to get a lot warmer,” you said, walking towards them and placing a plate of cookies in the middle of the small table. “A lot of her friends from school camp during weekends. So she wanted to too.”

“Does that mean we’re all going camping,” Taehyung asks, walking towards the table and grabbing a cookie.

“Duh,” Soojin responds. “We’re all camping!” 

“I need to buy a tent then,” Hoseok says from the couch. He was laying his head on Sarang’s lap. His feet hung over the arm of the couch. 

“A camping birthday thing sounds fun, when are we going?” Jimin asks from the kitchen. 

“This weekend, right before her birthday on Monday,” you reply. “Everyone can make it right?”

“Yes! I’m free all weekend!” Byul shouts, she was leaning on Namjoon as she scrolled through her phone. Everyone else agreed that they should be free as well. 

“Perfect! This is going to be so much fun!” You say.

*ding ding!*

“Speaking of,” Jin says. “Our other guest is here and I need to pick him up from the airport.”

“Who?” Sohyun asks, furrowing her brows. 

“My brother is coming, specially for Soojin’s birthday,” Jin replies, getting ready to head out the door.

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