Author's pov;

"This is KIM NAMJOON aka my great great greAtt half brother aka a guy who has got errything that I, KIM TAEHYUNG ever wanted." Taehyung screamed his lungs out on the elders face aka Namjoon. The overwhelming crowd outside the bar are now all interested in the scene that's taking place infront.

In short — Taehyung got drunk after having yet another fight with Namjoon this morning . And what was the reason behind them fighting? Oh well,there are many diverse ones cause they like jumping from one subject to another.

The drunk Tae decided to call his sober brother and asked him to get the vulnerable latter out of bar latter. And thus they are now stuck in this situation.

"We had the same Mama. We were raised together hehehee . We went to the same school toooooo. We shared the same roeme tooooo. What I like, he like! W-what he like ! I like. We alsoww share the same name you know ?? Seeeeee KIM NAMJOONIE AND KIM TAEHYUNGIE . B-BUT .....You know what was the only thing that wasn't alike in us!?" Taehyung blurs out,basically asking all the strangers around.

Namjoon grabs his hair in frustration for not being able to shut the younger's big mouth. He either had the option of calming the mess head down or slapping him tight,forcing him back home.

"I was zeeeee fake one ...... AND YOU FUCKING CUNT--" "Taehyung enough" Namjoon tries to hug the shorter male only to be pushed away.

"No! Lemme tell errrrrrryyone. You shuddup! I WAS THE FAKE ONE! I'M NOT A KIM! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE HERE! I WAS THE  MISTAKE OF MY DRUNK MOM! I WAS NEVER WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE—" Namjoon slaps the younger's flawless face harshly after having enough of his 'shit', before he could even complete his sentence.

".... Hyung I ... I .... don't even know who my father is.... is that why everyone accepts you? Loves you? Because you have your dad but I don't?" Taehyung breaks down right after speaking those harsh words to Namjoon. His eyes filled with sorrowful tears.

Namjoon doesn't speak a single word but picks his brother up in bridal style who was still crying and soon drives home.

Yoongi's pov;

Yoongi you fuck ass.... you  couldn't even control yourself but cuddle— wait no, not cuddle but killing him because of how basically my hands were Shoving him into my chest so fucking tight.

I'm not cuddling because he's cute or something. I'm just depressed and frustrated and need to get it all out by cuddling.

The way he always stares me and acts unfazed when I catch him melting down with my iced coffee is kinda cute tho.

But I don't like him. He's super annoying and too cheeky for me. I bet he is those kinds who start crying over their ramen getting all soggy because of them spending too much time on finding a desert.

He's the kind I hate the most.

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Chim's pov;

Realizing how suffocated I was at the current moment, I harshly try getting out of the strong arms that were holding me right now. I was basically grinding my whole body to places where I shouldn't have because I really need to pee right now.

After successfully making out of his grip, I run to his washroom which was THANK GOD RIGHT I FRONT OF HIS BED! I pee smiling- proud of myself for not peeing my nice and cute pants.

I don't know why but I decided to run back to his bed. Sitting straight, I stare his sleeping face. Mouth open wide as soft breathes come out smoothly. So cute!

I recall the events that forced me to be in this situation and almost get an urge to start crying again.

After almost fifteen minutes of me doing nothing but staring Hyung's beautiful face, I decide to get my legs working. Looking around the house won't hurt after all... right?

Like a lost puppy I make my way towards basically every other corner his house had. The house was so beautiful and well decorated unlike mine which basically came out of trash.

After skipping throughout the house happily I decide to make some breakfast to show my gratitude towards Yoongi Hyung for letting me stay last night.

I open his fridge to find a heck ton of untouched ingredients, snacks etc. Of course! What else would you expect from a person who basically lives in the cafe?

Let's just make the best out of all these ingredients!

Wait... why do I feel like a housewife who's husband has been working the whole night yesterday and I being a great wife am making efforts to make his Sunday morning healthy and romantic. Am I thinking too muc—*door bell*

I panicked running through the hall way. WAIT WAITTTTTT! AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO OPEN THE DOOR? LIKE THIS AINT  MY HOUSE AT THE FIRST PLACE!?

I really did wish I didn't have to open the door up but the continuous rings forced me to.

The door flew open only to reveal none other but ...

"DO BONG-AH!?"