"Gosh, Tae! Will you just stay still?!"
The brunette shook his head, flailing around even more.
"I never agreed to this! Why are you putting make-up on my face?!," he whined.

"Because you'll look pretty! And I need someone to practise on." Taehyung rolled his eyes, wondering how the hell he ended up in this situation.

Sitting on the edge of his bed with his younger sister trying a new make-up look on him.
"Ouch, Taeha! That stings!"
The younger girl groaned.
"It's just mascara, Taehyung! Calm down and stay still."

"But we have to leave auntie's birthday party in a few minutes, I won't even have time to wipe it off!" She smirked while grabbing her favourite cherry chapstick to smear it onto Taehyung's lips.
"Great, you can wear it to the party. Maybe there will be a cute boy who'll catch your attention." His sister winked.

"No, there won't! This is auntie we're talking about." She shrugged.
"Still, you will feel good about yourself! And I'm definetely a great make-up artist, you look stunning!" Taeha held up a small pocket mirror, offering him to check his appearance.

And Taehyung hated to admit that she was right, he did look great. It was a pretty cute, kind-of natural look, with a touch of glitter and red-tinted lips.
"I guess I do look fine... Thanks, sis."
She grinned, patting his  hair.
"You're welcome, baby bro."

"I'm ten months older than you, stop calling me baby bro!," Taehyung complained as his beloved sister started giggling. "But you're a cute, little baby." She pouted, making him roll his eyes.
"Shut up and let me curl my hair."

"No, let me curl it for you!" She clapped her hands excitedly, grabbing the already steamy hair curler.
Taehyung groaned, craning his neck so she would have better access to some hidden strands.

And about five chaotic minutes later, Taehyung and his dearest sister stood in front of the door, ready to leave the house. But of course not until they had taken a few snapshots for their Instagrams.

taetaekim.95  thanks @/kimtaeha248 for turning me into some lame victorian prince🙄 at least you're good at taking photos
ps: stop calling me baby bro!!!

As soon as he posted, Taeha started blowing raspberries at him. "You're gonna be a show-stopper, just you wait. Ooh, that's mom's car to drive us to the party. After you, Your Highness." She snickered at his quite amusing reaction and did a small bow out of playful courtesy.

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"Jeon Jungkook, you are not wearing a leather jacket to this party!" The ravenette rolled his eyes.
"It's a party, what am I supposed to wear instead?"

Seokjin snatched the leather jacket from his hand and latched it onto a hanger, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is my former college professor's birthday party we're talking about! As far as I know, we're probably going to have a buffet in her garden and smell her flowers and all that stuff. So tone it down a little, please."

"Oh god, then why are we even going? Why do I have to go? And what sort of significant role do you play in her life anyway, Hyung? Did you hook up?" Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, wincing when Seokjin slapped the back of his head harshly.

"Not everyone is a sex-deprived teenager like you, brat. There was a time when I helped her pick up flowers and did some grocery shopping for her when she broke her wrist from falling and had some stuff to deal with.
And I did it without payment, completely voluntarily." The younger raised an eyebrow.

"Don't give me that face. We stayed in touch after she retired, she even helped me get some part-time jobs when I was struggling with money. She's been a great friend to me and I've been a great friend to her. And I recently told her that my baby cousin is staying with me and since she likes me, she would be delighted to meet you at her party." Jungkook shrugged.

"I guess going there won't hurt me, as long as I get food." Seokjin gave a small smile but turned serious again right after.
"Great, now let's talk about your outfit. Perhaps I can lend you a Hawaiian flower shirt of mine, along with some normal jeans. I even cut them myself."

The younger shook his head. "You won't catch me dead in those Haiwaiian shirts. They're hideous, Hyung! And don't even get me started on your jeans, even grandpa has better fashion sense!" Seokjin gasped, slapping the back of his head again.

"Fine, you brat. Then find something suitable from your closet. But just so we're clear, you are not wearing any leather pants or leather jackets. Or anything with holes in it!" Jungkook rolled his eyes.
"It's called fashion..."

"Whatever, it won't make a good impression! Now hurry up, won't you? We'll be leaving in ten."
Sighing, the ravenette made his way into his room, deciding to wear a white button-up shirt and some black briefs.

Throwing off his previous clothes and wearing the new ones, Jungkook cringed as he faced himself in the mirror.
"Ew. I look so posh and boring," he muttered to himself.

"Jungkook! We're driving!," he heard from the hallway.
"Yes, I'm coming!," he yelled, combing through his hair once and then rushing towards the front door.

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"No, Yeontan! Don't lick my face!"
Taehyung was definetely panicking, trying to keep the wild Pomeranian dog out of his face.

Taeha, who stood next to him, started laughing. "Aww, he loves you. Don't be so mean to him, give him a kiss." He gave her a death glare.
"I'm not kissing aunt Hyejin's dog in front of all these people!"
She shrugged. "Fine, then I'll do it. C'mere, Tannie!" She made grabby hands towards Taehyung, who sighed and handed her the energetic fluffball.

The older boy's face morphed into a disgusted expression as he saw his sister peppering small kisses all over Yeontan's snout. "Ew. I will never understand you, Taeha." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"You're such a prude." Taehyung gasped and was about to snap back, when all of a sudden...

...the doorbell rang.

"Taehyungie, will you get that? And Taeha, we're running out of refreshments. Please get some out from the fridge and bring them outside." Taehyung's and Taeha's aunt Hyejin stood in the door frame, along with their mother.

Both of them nodded and Taehyung moved towards the lobby while Taeha took the route to the kitchen.
Combing his fingers through his slightly disheveled hair, he wrapped his fingers around the golden doorknob and opened the door swiftly.

His jaw dropped immediately.

In the door stood Jeon Jungkook, the last person he would have expected to be here.

He was accompanied by a definetely older, quite handsome male. Taehyung recalled seeing him on Jungkook's Instagram page.

"W-Wait wh--... Umm... H-Hello...," he stammered, still not believing his eyes.

"Taehyung! Why won't you invite the guest inside, it's rude! Who is it, anyways?" He could hear his aunt's high heels click-clacking on the floor as she walked up to him.

"Oh, Seokjin! So glad you could come. And, oh, this must be your cousin! Such a handsome, young man! It's a pleasure to meet you, Jungkook." The younger ravenette gave a charming smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, ma'am. Happy birthday."

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(A/N: kind of a filler chapter? i hope you weren't bored to death and i hope you weren't confused or anything <3

also, it's bts' damn anniversary😔💜 this is such an important year that we should celebrate and cherish with all that we have!

i've probably never said this before but the amount of respect and trust i have for bts? if there's anyone in this world that i trust to be a good person, bts are definetely the first people i could think of.

with bts by my side, i have not once felt lonely. when i felt happy, i shared my happiness with them. when i felt sad, i got cheered up little by little thanks to them. and when i felt like crying, i listened to pretty depressing songs ect. because, well, sometimes it's good to have someone to share your pain with and as funny as it sounds, in some bts songs i feel like they're crying along with me💜

funny how i don't even know them personally and yet they still feel like family, sometimes even more than my real family lol.

honestly, bts are like unbiological brothers to me, brothers i never knew i needed but were exactly what i needed all along. thank god they exist, such angels💜💜

oof sorry for this long ass speech lmao)