They Hang Out
" Namjoon?!" Seokjin yelled surprised when you, Niah and said man came down the stairs of the apartment building.
You switched glances between both of them.
" You two know each other?" You ask surprised.
Namjoon nods, but seems surprised nonetheless.
" Yeah, we both know Yoongi and he introduced us to each other." Namjoon explains, though he still looks surprised.
" You never told me he was your brother."
You shrug, moving to open the trunk of Jin's car, knowing very well he'll leave you to suffer on your own to do that.
As the trunks clicks open, Jin seems to snap out of his surprised state.
" Oh, well, okay. I'm sorry you're stuck with my stinky sister though." Jin blinks lazily, pocketing his hands.
" Hey! That's not nice! My mama doesn't smell bad!" Niah huffs, crossing her arms and glaring up at your brother.
Jin blinks before crouching down to her height.
" Sorry sweetie, I'll be nicer to your mama. What's your name?" He asks her.
" I'm Niah!" She grins, holding onto Joon's hand now.
You wink at your boyfriend who blushes softly at her action.
" Nice to meet you Niah. My name is uncle Jin. Want to go meet your cousins?" He proposes to her.
Niah hums, before looking up at Joon and tugging at his hand to get his attention.
" Can I go with uncle Jin?" She asked him with big puppy eyes.
They didn't work on you, but they certainly did on him.
" Yeah, let's get in the car. Y/N, do you need any help?" He yelled over to you while she steps in.
" No, I'm all good. Jin, stop being old and come help me." You complained to your brother.
The man scoffed, but goes to help you anyway.
" Wait! Uncle Jin still needs to apologize to mama!" Niah suddenly yelled.
You smiled sweetly at your brother, who rolled his eyes.
" Let's sit in the car, I'm sure uncle Jin will apologize." Namjoon told her with a smile.
" For the record, I'm not going to apologize. Also, your hair looks looks a bird's nest." Jin winked as soon as Joon's car door shut.
And so went the introduction between your brother and boyfriend. It appeared Jin felt more sorry for Joon to be with you than he felt protective.
You weren't really surprised. Your brother knew you could handle yourself.
That, and he was an ass.
Right now it was around 8 pm, and you, Joon and Jin were with some old friends.
You've finally met Min Yoongi and his girlfriend.
Niah was currently playing around with Seokjin's child, Bae and curiously peeking at Bae's baby sister Aaliyah too every now and then.
" Woah, a music studio?" Joon exclaims with wide eyes.
Yoongi hums, a smile on his face.
" Yeah, I thought I'm currently working in a concert hall, remember? But I want to take it next level. We really want our kids back too." Yoongi explains.
" Woah, and you didn't even tell me. I write songs with you." Namjoon pouts, feeling betrayed.
Yoongi shrugs, and when the dudes go into deeper conversation, Yoongi's girlfriend turns to you.
" So, this year you're all with the kids, right?" She asks you as you hum.
" Yeah." You say shortly, glancing at Niah, who's currently tackling Bae.
" Hey, um, how bad will it hurt when they'll be taken away? Like permanently?" You ask her carefully.
She sighs, now also turning to look at the playing kids.
" It feels terrible. We have to work our way back to Jaehyuk and Naeun." She tells you.
She glances at you when you don't respond, and nudges you softly.
" Hey, I know it's not the great, knowing that she'll leave. But try to live in the moment. You're already doing much more for these kids than you can imagine." She informs you with a smile.
You blink at her words. She's right. So far into the story you've mostly been worried for when it ends, but worrying about the future really won't help.
It's best to just create memories you can cherish for a long time.
[ A/N: Honestly not proud of this chapter but it's the best I could come up with when rewriting it like 4 times. Also, as apology for the late update I'll be uploading a Yoongi one shot somewhere today lol. Ps. It is gonna be a yandere,, so just a smoll warning.]
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