Chapter 10


    "Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired


    the blender in the kitchen.


    "Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I


    struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.


    "Yoongi, you''re smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly


    at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make aeback like he usually does to others.


    It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective


    over his little sister.


    "Soojung, do you have timeter?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring nkly into space. I


    nced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened


    buttons.


    "I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender


    into a cup. "Why do you ask?"


    "I''m going to meet my friends. You shoulde along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted


    casually, lying down in afortable position while scrolling through his phone.


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    "Is Yoongi hyunging soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering


    about the difference between a peck and a kiss.


    "He''sing over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on


    the floor.


    After seeing them sprawled out sofortably, I decided to just act the same. I pulled the tight shirt off


    and threw it onto my bed, proceeding to change into my grey sweatpants. Since my hair was still damp


    from a shower, I hung a towel over my neck.


    I strolled around the house in a carefree motion, ruffling my hair asionally with the towel. I watched


    questionably as Namjoon sted porn on my tscreen tv, the younger ones giggling at the scenes


    while they hid under the covers.


    "Aish, hyung! Please tone down the volume!" Iined over the moaning sounds that resonated


    through the walls and the entire building. I made up my mind to start Overwatch, in attempts to ignore


    the noises polluting my virgin ears.


    Right then, a loud knock sounded over themotion. It must be Yoongi hyung.


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    I watched intently as Yoongi punched the password on the device. While the tune sounded as he did, it


    was impossible to not notice the weird noises emitting from the other side of the door.


    The automated door opens, revealing a sight that made me want to wash my eyes in holy water and


    perhaps enlighten myself for the next ten years to be a monk.


    My eyesnded on a big screen that was disying uncensored scenes of body parts I didn''t want to


    witness. As any other normal virgin would do, I closed my eyes tightly in fear of being scarred for life.


    "Close it now!" I heard a familiar voice yelling to the direction of the noise, and I perked up. There''s no


    way...


    However, I couldn''t open my eyes to check because there was a bare chest pressed against my face,


    and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent of soap that hit me as soon as I was pulled into


    the embrace.


    "Soojung?" He calls my name with a soft voice, burying my head further into his chest in a protective


    stance, and preventing me from seeing whatever that was around us. There was scuffling and yelling


    from the other direction as he did so.


    "...You can open your eyes now."


    I pulled away to lock eyes with the man opposite of me, his arm still firmly wrapped around my torso. It


    was a sight much more pleasurablepared to what I''ve seen seconds ago, to be fair.


    Jungkook was shirtless, the locks of his damp hair stuck onto his forehead. My vision then travelled


    down to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his chiseled abdomen was


    wlessly disyed in full view altogether with a pair of grey sweatpants that adorned the below.


    "I...uh." my mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, trying to make sense of his presence here. Or


    more like, his strikingly attractive appearance that makes me want to jump off the nearest window.


    I turned my head over to nce at my brother, standing near a couch with a bunch of boys crowded on


    it. It was hard not to scream when I recognised one of them being Park Jimin.


    He was wearing a ck turtleneck and ripped jeans, his hair pulled to the back. The slim jaw was


    prominent against the clothing, apanied by a half opened stare and parted lips. Holy cow, busan


    men are dangerous.


    "She''s my little sister." Yoongi exins, cing the bottles of alcohol onto the table by the side. My


    ears flushed a scarlet red when I scanned some familiar faces amongst them, aside from Jimin.


    "Wait...what?" Jungkook stared in shock at my side profile, observing me closely. His grip around me


    loosened as realization hit him like a truck.


    "Anneong~" a head pops up from behind the couch, greeting me with a wide smile. His features were


    prominent and ethereal, almost like a character from a drawing. His mouth was shaped like a rectangle


    as he smiled.


    "He''s Kim Taehyung." Jimin walks over to me, the sides of his eyes crinkling into a smile. "you met the


    hyungs before right?"


    I nodded shyly in response, my muscles tensing up as he approached me. Holy shit, eye candy for


    days.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Jungkook''s expression turns sour as Jimin separated me from him, pulling me gently along to the other


    boys. Inparison, I was totally distracted by the way he held my hand.


    "Anneong..." I bowed respectfully to the older boys, fixing up my clothes as well. It wasn''t long before


    they invited me to watch Dora The Explorer together with them on the couch, probably to make up for


    the R21 I saw earlier.


    "The map~" Taehyung sung along cluelessly to the English lyrics, moving with the rhythm. He reminded


    me of a small child.


    Meanwhile, I had let down my guard when Jungkook suddenly squeezes beside me, so I was


    sandwiched in between Jimin and him.


    He was now fully dressed, d in a thin white shirt and his earlier grey sweatpants. His hair was now


    tousled and messy, presumably the product of a hairdrying session.


    "we match." Jungkook smiles teasingly at me, shifting closer so our shoulders touched. I looked down


    and realized that our attires were simr, since I wore out myfy ck sweatpants.


    "more importantly," I came close to Jungkook so it was a whisper. "why are you here?"


    "Min Soojung, you don''t know?" Jungkook leans closer to my ear in response, a smile creeping up his


    face as I shot a confused look at him.


    "I own this penthouse."