Beom-Seok

As I get off the bus, and head down the street to our house, I try to walk as steady as possible to not squish the cake. Why do I have to be the messenger for BTS's message to Oppa. You know that saying don't stab the messenger... Well Oppa has many knives in the kitchen that he is not afraid to use. Even on his cute little sister. 

As I near our house, I start to walk slower, and slower. Until finally, at a snail's pace, I reach the front door. I stop, and I reach to grab my key, the door gets flung open by none other than Jin. I jump back alarmed at the suddenness, dropping the cake, but I save it my kicking my foot out, and the cake box lands perfectly balanced on my foot. I don't know if I should drop it and let their message be destroyed for my own safety, of if I rather have all the boys mad at me. But before I can decide my own fate, Oppa decides for me, and grabs the cake box off my foot exclaiming, "Ohhhhh CAKE!" 

I should run. Oppa dances happily into the kitchen to open the cake. I should have five seconds to make a dash for it... four... Du-Ho comes casually rolling down the hall, and locks eyes with me... three... I know he'll tattle on me if I run...two... I sigh, and just accept my fate, and walk into the house... one... I close the door behind me just as Jin yells my name.

"BEOM! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I slowly walk towards the kitchen, and Du-Ho gives me the 'Oh, you're so screwed' look, I give him back, 'please save me, I'll do anything'  look back, and he gives me the, 'No I'm gotta stay out of this or I'm going to be dead.' , and I shoot him the, 'No seriously, anything you ask.'  look.

"STOP HAVING A FACIAL EXPRESSION CONVERSATION WITH DU-HO, AND GET YOUR TOMBOY ASS INTO THE KITCHEN."

I look at Du-Ho one last time pleading for help, but he just puts three hands to his lips kisses them, and then lifts them to the sky. "Rest in Peace." he mouths. And I enter the dangerous zone of the kitchen. 

First thing I do is make sure that all the knives are still inside the knife block... and luckily they are. But I should still be wary because there is lots of other dangerous things in the kitchen like pans, and Oppa. Oppa is standing, his back to me, leaning on the counter overtop of the cake.

"Haha... well surprise!" I say shakily. "I brought cake home that wasn't half eaten."

"This is from the boys right?" he asks in a monotone voice.

"Which boys are you talking about? You know, even though I have no friends, I think you're underestimating the number of boys I know. You know like, I know you, and Du-Ho... and... and PD Bang... and... Jackson... and... and"

"You don't have to pretend like you have guy friends to try to avoid answering my question. You know exactly who I'm talking about." Jin turns around.... his bangs covering his eyes, casting shadows over his face.

"Ohhhhh... like the Bangtan boys, like BTS... like Bulletproof boy scouts... like Beyond the scenes... like behind the scenes... like the idol group... like the group of really attractive Korean boys who sing, rap, and dance..."

"Can you please stop rambling. I know that it is a nervous habit of yours, but-" I cut Jin off my nervously rambling even more. Might as well tell him everything, and then let him get mad once rather than multiple times...Haha... please don't blow up...

"Like the group you're in, but is actually now taking a break from... like the group who is going to have and eight member... like the group who's member is going to be publicized as your younger brother... like the group I was recruited to join... Haha, funny story there."

"THEY WHAT!"

"Well... you seee..."

"THEY RECRUITED YOU, AND ARE GOING TO PUBLICIZE YOU AS MY YONGER BROTHER! ARMY WILL THINK THAT YOU ARE REPLACING ME!... wait no, nobody can replace this handsome perfect face...BUT HOW CAN THEY DO THAT! YOU'RE A GIRL, AND YOU HAVE YOUR OWN GROUP! THEY ARE GOING TO OVER WORK YOU, AND THEN YOU ARE GOING TO GET TIRED, THEN SICK, THEN LEAVE US JUST LIKE EOMMA DID, AND-, AND-" He starts heaving great big sobs, and I pull him into a hug. Out of all of us, Jin has been the most emotional about Eomma's death. It's probably because he was the oldest, having more time to spend with her, appreciating her greatness. Although we all loved Eomma in our own ways, Jin was the most struck emotionally by her being gone... maybe perhaps that's why he is the one who is most supporting us, and stepping into Eomma's role. 

Du-Ho comes in when he heard Jin crying, and immediately throws his arms around us, and we stay there, creating this little bubble around Oppa, comforting him. When he cries it all out, I lead him to a chair, and nudge him to take a seat. I go to the fridge, and grab a juice box. He needs some sugar to feel less empty after all that crying. I open up the box, and put the straw inside before giving it to Jin. He murmurs and thank you, looking at the ground.  I squat down so that I'm in his line of vision.

"Hey Oppa, when were you going to tell me that you and Namjoon are da-"

"OMG THIS CAKE IS SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!" I look up, not finishing my sentance because I'm distracted by Du-Ho shoving his face with cake.

"HEY! I BROUGHT THE CAKE HOME, I SHOULD HAVE THE FIRST BITE!"

"TOO LATE LOSER." He says, his face covered in frosting.

'YOU DUMB TWIT!" I run over to him, and steal the cake box away.

"HEY! GIVE IT BACK!"

"Or else what?" I tease, dipping my finger into the frosting, and then licking it off, "Mmmmmmm So good!"

"Or else I'll- I'll"

"Tickle her to death-" Oppa says, as he triumphantly takes the cake box out of my hands from behind me.

"That's not fair!" I pout cutely.

"Ageyo will get you no where Kim Beom-Seok."

"Humph" I harrumph.

"What about me Oppa! What about me?" Du-Ho does ageyo.

Jin chuckles... It's great to hear him laugh, especially after that mini breakdown. "No cake for either of you tonight." he says decisively. 

"But Oppa-" We both whine.

"I'll have none of that. Beom, you want to be an idol, and apparently, you're going to be an idol in two groups, so you'll have to watch your weight, and Du-Ho eating so much cake isn't good for you. But for me. Cake is good."

"Oppa! No way are can you finish all that cake by yourself! And plus if I watch a video about my weight each day, I'm watching my weight, so can I please have some of that cake!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

I roll my eyes, "You're not the boss of me!"

Jin grins, "I'm your guardian, so you have to listen to me."

"No, you're my brother."

"And you're guardian."

"Fine. a irresponsible, annoying ugly guardian."

"Hey, you can't say that about the most handsome guy in this world! I may be irresponsible and annoying, but I am not ugly."

"I love how you admit that you're irresponsible and annoying, but you won't let people call you ugly."

"Because I'm not. It's simple. I can't have people going around telling lies."

And all while we are talking Du-Ho sneaks up behind Jin, and steals the cake box.

"It's mine now! Muahahahaha!" And he dashes off.

Jin and I both look at each other stunned.

"What just-"

"happened..." I finish. "Did he just-"

"Run away with the cake box?" Jin finishes my sentence this time.

The realization hits both of us.

"He's dead meat." I growl, and Jin nods his head, and we both go tearing after Du-Ho to get the cake box back.

After we finally got (the empty) cake box back from Du-Ho we sat down to have dinner, and after Jin drove me to my dorm.

"Bye Oppa. Thanks for the drive! See you tomorrow night." I close the door, and Jin opens the window.

"Love you, Bye!" He gives me a flying kiss, and waves bye. I wave back, and he drives away. I stand there staring after him. Than, adjusting my wig... yes I am wearing a long haired wig because I'm required to wear a wig when I'm promoting Geode, and last night I forgot to bring my wig back from the house, so I had to bring it back to the dorm tonight. And who would carry a wig in their bag. Like, 'Oh let me just pull out this weave of mess of a human's hair so I can get to my wallet. Smile, I swear this is normal, and what every girl has in their purse. You know, lady, and guy essentials!. So of course I'm wearing it.

I hear a crash on the other side of the road, and look up. It looks like someone walked into a light pole. I rush across the street to check if that person is okay, and it turns out to be... Jimin.

He's on the floor, out cold. I pick him up, and lean him against the building. I take one of those cool sick sticky patches that you put on your forehead when you are sick, and peel it off and stick it to his head, where it's turning red... probably where he hit his head. I take off my jacket, and cover him with it, and sit down next to him. Why is Jimin here? Ohhhh... probably because the BTS dorm is actually relatively close to ours. Guess Big Hit bought dorms in the same area... Jimin was probably on a night walk or something to get fresh air... but still... how did he hit his head? And on a lamppost of all things?!... It's literally a pole that lets out light so you can see it, and other things...

I play with my hoop earrings. I switched out my smaller ones I normally wear during the day, for my larger, 'gypsy, parrot hoops' that I normally wear around home. Jin likes to joke that the reason why I like hoop earrings so much is because ever since I was small, I really wanted a pet parrot, and so apparently I thought that if I wore hoop earrings, a random parrot would just fly down from the sky, and land on my earring, and I could bring it home, and I could keep it as a pet... that never happened though. I mean why don't parrots want to land in me earrings?... but the earrings stuck through, and I still like to wear them (but of course not when I'm practicing with the boys)

Oh wait... I should probably call Namjoon, and get him to pick up Jimin. I don't know when he will come to, and it's rather chilly... and I know that my bomber jacket is not giving him enough warmth. A tear slips out of Jimin's eye unconsciously, and worriedly, I wipe it away... on did he really his his head that hard. But then I see there are tear marks already on his face, and I figure out that he has probably been crying even before he hit his head...

I call Namjoon, "Hello?" He answers.

"Hey, I need some help."

"What is it?" he says instantly alert. "Nothing happened to Jin or anything."

"Shoot I forgot that I was going to ask him about you tonight! It totally slipped my mind in the cake fiasco."

"Oh no... did our cake get you in trouble?" he sounds worried.

"No. It didn't get me in trouble. It got Du-Ho in trouble though." I laugh.

"Du-Ho? Who is he?! How close is he to Jin!? What is their relationship?!"

"Calm down, Mr. Antsy Jealous. Du-Ho is my dongsaeng. My little brother."

"Ohhhh. Okay...I'm calm now... soooo, why did you call me then?"

"Oh it's just that I found Jimin walking around, and I guess he hit his head when he walked into a lamp post. Can you come get him, and bring him back to your dorm?"

'Ya, where are you?" he asks.

"On the other side of the street from my dorm. You know where it is right?"

"Ya, I do."

"Yah, what a stalker!" I joke, laughing.

"Ya, it's my favorite past time hobby. Stalking my boyfriend's little sister. I'm sure that would leave such a good impression on my hopefully to be in-law family... Anyways, I'll be there soon okay?"

"Sure. See you soon" I hang up on him, and stare into the night air, looking at the stars.

Jimin begins to stir, and immediately, I position myself in front of him incase he were to fall forward, and hit his head.

Slowly he opens his eyes, and I can tell that he is a little disoriented. He tries to get up.

"Don't move, you might get dizzy, and fall over!" I caution holding my hands out.

Too late, Jimin gets up, and immediately loses his balance, and trips right into his arms. I almost fall over, but Namjoon is there to support me. 

"Thanks." I say a little breathlessly. Namjoon straightens me up with Jimin still in my arms.

"You're very welcome."

"I don't wanna go home." Jimin hiccups very softly into my shoulder, and I throw Namjoon a look.

I slowly ease Jimin back down onto the ground, and I'm about to pull away to let Namjoon, Jimin's respected senior help him out, but Jimin suddenly grabs me by my shoulder, and pulls me closer. Why is everybody using me as a cry rag today?

Concerned, I look up at the man, sitting on the floor, hugging me tight to his chest. I reach my hand up to his face, and wipe away the tears that fall. "Shhhh..." I whisper. "It's okay Jimin. I don't know what's wrong, but I know that you are tough enough to solve the problem, and find a solution. But you are going to have to let Namjoon get you back to you're dorm, and get some rest. You hit your head pretty hard from the sound of it..." slowly Jimin's grasp on me loosens as I speak, and I pull him to his feet, and hug him hard one last time, "I know that's what's ever troubling you, you'll get over it, because you have amazing friends... especially this one right here, who you just met today!" I smile cheekily, and Namjoon snorts. 

"Hey! Don't snort at me! I'm being legit!"

"Suuurrreee" Namjoon says rolling his eyes. 

"Actually!" I say defensively. The light hits my earring, and reflects the light. Jimin, drawn to the light, reaches out, and runs his hand along the inner circle of the hoop.

Namjoon kneels down throws one of Jimin's other arms over his shoulder, and uses one of his hands to support Jimin. 

"What ever helps you sleep at night." Namjoon mutters, as he tries to get Jimin's attention off my earring.

"Telling myself that Namjoon is a dance monster also helps me sleep. Should I record myself saying that,and playing on repeat, loudly so that you can hear it at night, and so that you can sleep soundly as well?" I snap back at him jokingly.

Namjoon shoots me a dirty look, and I smile back at him innocently, "Or maybe... Jin loves Beok-Seok more than Namjoon on repeat would sound pretty good as well."

"I swear if I wasn't supporting Jimin, I would come at you so hard!"

"Go ahead I invite you to come at me... wait actually no, bring Jimin home, and then we can fight. No need for him to get hurt more than he already is. It looks like he hit his head hard... maybe he has a concussion... you should probably get that checked out."

Jimin mumbles something incoherently. We both look at him concerned...

"Ya, we should probably go back to the dorm...See you tomorrow!"

"Yep! See you tomorrow!" I say smiling, and waving, "Jindoeslovememorethough." I say to myself under my breath.

"What was that?'" Namjoon shouts back, already walking away.

"Nothing, I'm just saying goodnight!"

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A/n

Hello lovely human beans~

I did doodles of JK, and JM

I know they suck, but I still like them. I was going for a chibi version of them.

I hope you liked that chapter cause I had lots of fun writing it.

Anyigloos, see you guys with the next chapter,

Peace Out.