twenty-eight.

k.jin My cute little helper 💜

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Jin continues to assist Seolmi in making the batter for the chocolate chip cookies she's gonna bake. However, his phone rings loudly, indicating that someone is calling him. He rolls his eyes upon reading the name "Annoying Hoseok" on his phone screen and presses the accept button grumpily.

"What do you want, Jung Hoseok?"

"Wow hello to you too, hyung! Anyways, have you seen Jeongguk? He's not here at the studio and Namjoon and Yoongi are fuming mad because he's badly needed here so that they can already start practicing for their comeback. If you've seen him, please do tell him to come here immediately. Thanks, hyung!"

Hoseok babbles and ends the call directly. The screws keeping Kim Seokjin's sanity in place, suddenly pops out of its proper position, and that's when all hell broke loose.

"Uh-oh..." Seolmi whispers. Jin's face starts to produce a shade of dark red, obviously because he's MAD, no wait, because he's BRUTALLY MAD. He taps on his phone harshly, gripping it so tight like the phone is gonna give up and break so soon.

"Hey, hyu-"

"HOW DARE YOU HANG UP ON ME, JUNG HOSEOK?!"

"I... H-hyung, I can explain!"

"THEN EXPLAIN YOU ASSHAT! YOU'RE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"

Jin jolts when he hears a scream close to him.

"Oh fuck I forgot about Seolmi. Fuck I cursed in front of the child, fucking shit," Jin says inside his mind, mentally panicking about what he did and is cursing every cuss words that were ever invented.

"Baba Jin!! Cursing is bad! You tell me that but you curse too! Bad baba!" Seolmi scolds her baba before storming out of the kitchen, stomping her foot rather loud.

Seokjin finds it adorable but how shameful that he actually got reprimanded by a kid.

"H-hyung?"

Jin hitches his breath, his blood boils again when he hears Hoseok's voice from the other line.

"Your explanation must be valid or else I'll slit your throat open," Jin hears Hoseok cough before answering him.

"I did not mean to hang up on you, hyung. N-namjoon tried to take away the phone from me because he wanted to talk you but he ended the call instead. I was about to call you again but you were the first one to do so..."

"You're lying, aren't you?" Jin's eye twitches in frustration.

"Of course not, hyung! I'm telling the truth!"

"OKAY THAT'S IT! YOU'RE BANNED FROM ENTERING THIS HOUSEHOLD AND TELL KIM FUCKING NAMJOON THAT HE WILL NOT BE GETTING HIS FAVORITE DESSERT UNTIL NEW YEAR'S EVE! GOODBYE!"

Jin screams and takes the battery out of his phone. Contentment filling his heart because who the hell doesn't feel better after venting out their anger, right?

Jin smiles but then his mood shifts once again when the kitchen suddenly reeks like decayed body. He continues to inhale the foul odor present in the room, gagging after he's had enough.

"Chim! Why the fuck does the kitchen smell like there's something dead somewhere in here?! What did I tell you about strong scented air fresheners? They don't go well with the foods!"

"I think you mean to say "someone" dead, hyung," Jimin retorts before rolling his eyes. Jin should have hit him by a spatula right now, but thank God his hyung is not feeling well.

"Come inside and smell it for yourself!"

Jimin enters the kitchen with a fretful look etched on his face, but not showing it too much because he knows that Jin is ready to skin him alive whenever he thinks of complaining.

"Hyung, I don't smell a thing that's rotten. Maybe it's just your breath."

"Excuse me, midget. I brush my teeth 3 times a day!"

"Fine. But still, nothing smells like what you're smelling right now. Are you sure you're not sick, hyung? Maybe you caught some of Taehyung's flu," Jimin says laughing, but it dies down when Jin smacks his nape.

"I'm not sick, you dimwit. And stop talking about Taehyung and his flu!"

"Jin hyung, you've got no chill. You're seriously worse than Taehyung undergoing pregnancy mood swi- Wait a minute..."

"What?!"

"You're snappy, you're sensitive to smell, you kinda gained weight, what the actual fuck, hyung. You're pregnant! Oh my God!"

"Did you just imply that I'm fat?"

"I said no such thing, hyung!" Jimin zips his mouth and slowly takes a step backward, getting himself ready to run away from the angry, pregnant, bitchy hyung that's likely to devour him any second from now.

However, much to Jimin's surprise, Jin drops his body on the floor, his knees up against his chest as he wails extremely.

"I'M PREGNANT?!! I'M FUCKING PREGNANT?I WILL FUCKING KILL KIM NAMJOON FOR MAKING ME SUFFER LIKE THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna deal with another grumpy old pregnant man again. Why is life so fucking cruel to me?" Jimin mumbles and curls himself like a ball beside his hyung.

Seolmi just shakes her head when she sees her two uncles sprawled on the floor like weirdos. She goes back to coloring her favorite coloring book.

"Baba Jinnie and Uncle Chimchim are weird and dada and daddy are still not awake. They're scary," she mutters bitterly and just waits for someone sane for her to talk to... if there is.

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