This chapter is dedicated to Moonbebe707 because I feel like it. Jin is her bias and I think she'll appreciate the sibling banter and the role of Yoongi as an older sibling. Hehehe.

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"Jungkook!"

There was no answer. Yoongi yelled again, "Jungkook!"

Still no response. Yoongi sighed. He was loathe to get up from where he was sitting on his couch. He was so comfortable and cozy, his feet buried in a blanket, positioned perfectly, next to the room heater. He had a notepad and pencil in his hand. Whenever he had ideas, he would jot down little poems in his diary, which was what he had been doing, when he suddenly realised that the year was going to end in three days. He thought of throwing an end of the year party. Of course, his parents were visiting for the weekend, and their family and Taehyung's would be doing the end of the year countdown. Yet, he wanted to call a couple more people who had claimed a place in his heart.

He tried again, "JUNGKOOK!"

"WHAT?"
"COME HERE A SECOND, WILL YOU?"
"I AM BUSY!"
"DOING WHAT?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
"WELL, I AM YOUR OLDER BROTHER. YOU WILL COME HERE!"

There was a considerable amount of grumbling before a disgruntled, messy-haired, bleary eyed Jungkook emerged before his brother. He had been catching forty winks before being so rudely awakened by Yoongi's inconsiderate yelling.

"What is it?"
"What do you think of an end of the year party?"
"We are having one. Mom and Dad are coming and so are Tae and his parents."
"Well, I was thinking of calling others too."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, "Who?"

"Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, any friend from your school."

Jungkook yawned. "Yeah, that's a good idea." He plopped onto the couch that was a mess of warm blankets, cushions, and Yoongi's legs, earning a yelp and a glare from his brother. "So, have you planned anything?"

Yoongi carefully folded his legs before continuing, "So far there are ten people. Tell me who you want to call from school."
"Umm... no one."
"What? Why?"
"I'm not that close to anyone but Tae."
"Oh, okay then. You're stuck with us," Yoongi grinned.

Jungkook punched his arm playfully. He then proceeded to take the notepad and list down all the food that they would have to buy before Sunday. A bit more party planning, interspersed with pizza for dinner, and soon the brothers were dozing in the cozy warmth of the heated living room and the pile of soft blankets.

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The next evening, Yoongi picked Jungkook up from the town library before setting off for the departmental store. Both took a trolley each and headed off in opposite directions so as to cover more distance in less time. It took an hour before they met at the billing counter, where they were surprised to find empty counters and a long queue towards what seemed to be the centre of the shop.

Yoongi began piling everything on the counter. He eyed the crowd curiously and asked the cashier, "What's all the hue and cry about?"

The cashier looked up at Yoongi in disbelief, "You don't know? You didn't see him? He's here! Everyone went completely crazy when he entered. I feel kinda bad for him, not being able to grocery shop without having all eyes on him, but I suppose it's the price you have to pay for being so handsome."

Jungkook spoke up, "Yes, but who is it?"

"Mr. Worldwide Handsome! The model, Kim Seokjin!"

The two brothers stood there, wide eyed. Then, as if possessed, they turned to look at the crowd.

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Kim Seokjin had been having a wonderful week until he had run out of ice cream. He had been spending the week at the house of the love of his life. Suddenly, they had run out of ice cream and other necessary items, and he had volunteered to step out and quickly buy everything. What he hadn't anticipated was the rush in the store, owing to everyone's desire for a pre-new year shopping spree. Right now, a massive crowd lay in between him and the wonderfully empty billing counters. He didn't mind the cameras and the ogling, he was used to it and often enjoyed it. But right now all he wanted was to curl into his love's arms, with a bowl of ice cream and watch Netflix late into the night.

Suddenly, he saw a guy with blue hair, and a younger boy, possibly his brother, standing at a counter and looking his way. The older man seemed familiar. Digging deep into recent memory, Seokjin realised that this was none other than the producer, Min Yoongi. This was the man Namjoon spoke of so much!

"Min Yoongi! So nice to see you again!" Seokjin rushed over to the brothers' side and hugged the blue haired man. He whispered in Yoongi's ear, "Please help me get out of here, I want to go home. I'll owe you, my brother."

Yoongi was quick to understand. He quickly had the model's stuff billed and before anyone realised, the three of them were gone.

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"I'm Kim Seokjin. Nice to meet you!"
"Min Yoongi, although you clearly know that. This is my brother, Jungkook."

The model smiled at them gratefully, "I am so sorry to impose myself on you in this way. I've heard all your songs. Besides, I am a good friend of your boss, Namjoon. He's told me about you and showed me a picture once. I was so glad to see you in the store! Hehehehe I was glad to see someone I've never met before. I'm so sorry for this."

Yoongi and Jungkook brushed off his apology and the three entered into polite conversation, getting to know each other, as they walked towards their respective homes. The brothers took an immediate liking to Seokjin, and the model was equally charmed by them. When they stopped in front of the house Seokjin would enter, Yoongi looked up in surprise, "Isn't this Namjoon's house?"

Seokjin grinned, "Yeah... umm we're really good friends. He invited me to dinner tonight."

"Oh, I see. Well, nice knowing you. See you soon!"
"See you!"

Seokjin watched, smiling, as the two brothers walked away towards their home. He then mounted the front steps and knocked on the door.

Namjoon opened it, whining, "What took you so long?"
"Oh nothing. Just bumped into a couple of fans, is all."
"Well come on in. Netflix and ice cream awaits!"

Seokjin planted a kiss on Namjoon's cheek and waltzed into the house.