The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the Min household as Yoongi sat at the head of the breakfast table, his eyes glued to the tablet in his hand. He had been scrolling through a never-ending stream of emails and reports from the company. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his tie perfectly knotted, he exuded an air of authority that screamed “CEO.” The only thing that betrayed his composed demeanor was the faint twitch in his eyebrow every time a new notification popped up.

His peace didn’t last long.

“OPPAAAAA!”

The loud, shrill scream was followed by the thunderous sound of slippers stomping down the stairs. Yoongi closed his eyes briefly, bracing himself for the incoming storm.

“Min Yoongi, how could you?!” Yn burst into the dining room, her hair a tangled mess and her face adorned with a mix of outrage and sleep deprivation. She was still in her oversized bunny pajamas, clutching her phone in one hand and an enormous math textbook in the other.

Yoongi didn’t even look up. “Good morning to you too, brat.”

“There’s nothing good about this morning!” Yn slammed her phone on the table dramatically, causing a spoon to rattle. “You locked the Wi-Fi again!”

Yoongi’s lips curved into a smirk as he calmly sipped his coffee. “And?”

“And?! Oppa, I need Wi-Fi to study!”

“Do you mean study calculus, or do you mean stalk Jungkook’s Instagram?” Yoongi asked nonchalantly, finally lifting his gaze to meet hers.

Yn gasped, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled a tomato. “I-I was researching! It’s not stalking—it’s appreciating art!”

“Art?” Yoongi’s smirk deepened. “So when you tagged me in a post last night saying, ‘God is real because Jungkook oppa exists,’ that was… academic research?”

Yn’s jaw dropped. “You were stalking my Instagram?!”

“Your account isn’t private. And you tagged me. What did you expect?”

Yn groaned, throwing her head back. “Oppa, you’re the worst!”

“And yet, here I am, letting you live in my house rent-free,” Yoongi replied, setting his tablet down. “You’re welcome.”

Yn narrowed her eyes, plopping down in the chair across from him. “You don’t let me live here—I’m your baby sister. You’re stuck with me.”

“Unfortunately,” Yoongi said with mock exasperation.

Yn grabbed a piece of toast from the plate in the center of the table and took a big bite, glaring at him. “Fine. Be like that. But if you don’t unlock the Wi-Fi, I’ll tell everyone at your office about the time you cried during Frozen.”

Yoongi froze mid-sip, his sharp eyes narrowing. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Yn smirked, her bratty side in full force. “Try me, oppa.”

The standoff was interrupted by Mrs. Min walking into the dining room, her hands on her hips. She looked between her two children, sighing deeply. “Yn-ah, stop harassing your brother. Yoongi, stop being so stingy with the Wi-Fi. You’re not a dictator.”

Yn beamed at her mother. “Thanks, eomma! You’re the best!”

Yoongi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. But if she fails her next test, the Wi-Fi is gone. Forever.”

“Deal!” Yn said cheerfully, already typing away on her phone.

Yoongi glanced at her suspiciously. “What are you doing now?”

“Nothing!” Yn replied, her voice dripping with innocence.

That was never a good sign.

Later That Day

Yoongi arrived at the company headquarters, his mind already focused on the mountain of work awaiting him. As he stepped into his private elevator, his assistant, Jae, greeted him nervously.

“Good morning, sir. There’s… something you should know.”

“What is it?” Yoongi asked, his tone calm but sharp.

Jae hesitated. “Well, it seems someone hacked into the office group chat and posted a video of you…”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. “A video of me doing what?”

Jae gulped, pulling out his phone and showing Yoongi the screen. It was a clip of him, three years ago, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down his face as he sang along to Let It Go.

Yoongi’s jaw tightened. “Yn.”

Back at Home

Yn was sprawled out on the couch, munching on a bag of chips and watching a drama on TV. She didn’t even flinch when the front door slammed open.

“MIN YN!”

“Oh, hey, oppa. You’re home early,” Yn said casually, not even looking up.

Yoongi stormed into the living room, his expression thunderous. “You hacked my office chat?”

Yn finally turned to him, feigning innocence. “What? Me? Hack? Oppa, I can barely figure out how to update my phone.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Yoongi snapped, holding up his phone. “This video didn’t magically upload itself.”

Yn bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Okay, fine, I might’ve… borrowed your laptop for a second. But you deserved it!”

“For what?” Yoongi demanded.

“For being a Wi-Fi dictator!” Yn said, crossing her arms.

Yoongi stared at her for a long moment, his frustration slowly giving way to disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But you still love me,” Yn said smugly.

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I must’ve been a saint in my past life to deal with you in this one.”

Yn grinned, throwing a pillow at him. “You’re lucky to have me, oppa. Admit it.”

Yoongi caught the pillow effortlessly, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, brat.”

As they bickered back and forth, Mrs. Min peeked into the living room, shaking her head with a fond smile. No matter how much they argued, it was clear that the Min siblings were each other’s world.

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