Younger siblings unite

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"LOCK the doors, close the shutters, keep all the food in the kitchen, wear your earbuds-" Taehyung rattled off while doing the same tasks he just commanded Jimin to do.

"Woah, woah, what's going on, Mr. Kim?" Jimin asked.

"Ms. Park, it's a state of emergency and it's imperative to put it into practice right this minute or else-"

The door blasted open, revealing a slim figure in pink yoga pants, a matching sports bra and a pair of yellow sunglasses. Her arms were akimbo, her hair was tied in a ponytail reminiscent of Ariana Grande while being held back by a tennis cap that blended well with her jet black hair.

Jimin nearly fell off the stairs, which would have gone well with the dramatic entrance.

Out of nowhere, she produced a loudspeaker and bellowed:

"GOOD MORNING, MY CUTIE PATOOTIE TAEBEAR!"

As if on cue, the glass windows broke, the food fell off the counter, whatever was of delicate material inside the rooms broke (yes, even in the upstairs room), Taehyung's precious paintings fell off the wall and Jimin's ears ascended heaven. Surprisingly, Taehyung's expensive vases did not budge from their places.

"I put hot glue under them. Goodness, Maits, are you sure you're the writer? You're supposed to know this shit," Taehyung said, sighing.

"I-is that K-Kim Yon-" Jimin began.

"Kim Yongsun, at your service!" Yongsun, aka Solar of Solarsido, announced using the loudspeaker.

"Cut it out!" Taehyung yelled, without using any loudspeaker.

Thankfully, not even a scratch appeared on the surfaces of the vases. The same could not be said for Jimin's ears; or well-being, for that matter.

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"I'm still not over the fact that you're my landlord's older sister," Jimin gushed to Yongsun.

She beamed. "A fan, are you?"

They were seated on the carpeted floor since Taehyung didn't trust her clumsy self one bit.

"Ms. Park here is also of the same kind as you, so I'd rather not take chances," he shot, as he went into the kitchen to fetch lemonade and serve some of the cupcakes Yongsun had brought.

"A long-time subscriber ever since you had just one thousand of them!" Jimin squealed.

Yongsun squealed, too. Pulling Jimin into a suffocating hug, she screeched: "Taebear, you made the right choice by making Jimin a tenant!"

Jimin could hardly believe his luck. Maybe wearing a wig and pretending to be a girl had its pros-

"Also the wig looks super fake, be proud of your short hair, sister!"

Oh, well. It did look very fake.

"Noona!" Taehyung tutted, as he placed the eatables and drinks on the floor.

"You knew?" Jimin asked, flabbergasted.

"I-I found out by mistake," Taehyung admitted, blushing. "How long are you going to invade my space, Noona?"

Yongsun took the bait and let go of Jimin. Despite Taehyung having tactfully avoided the awkward conversation topic, Jimin still felt nervous, for obvious reasons. He tuned out of the conversation, drowning in his worries like the typical Y/N he was.

"Ah, your kind are really the most ungrateful," Yongsun said. Somehow, this dialogue managed to make him pay better attention to the conversation.

"My kind? Noona, I am one of a kind," Taehyung snorted.

Such a lame pun would probably put Seokjin to shame, Jimin personally thought.

"I mean younger siblings, ugh! Of course you're one of a kind; you're my younger brother!"

"Yes, younger siblings are a pain in the ass," Jimin spoke suddenly.

Both of them turned to him.

"I mean, I have a younger brother too. And he can be a little annoying," he said shyly.

"A little? Sister, speak the truth! Younger siblings are the embodiment of annoying."

"This is so true! Ah, I'm so glad I can rant about them to you," Jimin exclaimed.

"Exactly! Older siblings unite!" Yongsun exclaimed, enveloping Jimin into another hug.

"Older siblings? More like younger siblings unite," Taehyung muttered, sipping his lemonade.

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Soon, it was time for Yongsun to leave.

"All the best for your next venture, Taehyung. I hear it's a tricky one," Yongsun said, shaking his hand.

"Thank you, Noona. And yes, it is. But I cannot speak about it for that will be spoilers for the next chapter," Taehyung said, shaking her hand.

"Good boy. Now gimme a smooch!"

"Ew, no."

"It was worth a try."

Turning to Jimin, Yongsun grinned widely.

"It was such a pleasure meeting you, Jimin."

"Likewise, Noo- Unnie," Jimin smiled, unable to hide his fervent admiration for her.

"Now I must head back or else Byul will get cranky. It's our one-year anniversary and I still haven't bought her a present. Jimin, I need your advice."

"But you don't-"

"Taehyung, go away. This is girls-only."

"What-"

"Go. Away."

"Okay."

Taehyung trudged away and plopped himself on the sofa. Picking up a magazine, he pretended to read it.

"Get out of my sight," Yongsun said.

"Okay," Taehyung said. Sulking as he headed to his bedroom, he muttered under his breath: "I'm perfectly qualified to participate in girly gossip, I don't see why she thinks I'm not. This is so unfair-"

Jimin didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him.

"Now that that's out of the way," Yongsun began.

Jimin devoted his undivided attention to her.

"I already bought a present for Byul months ago. But that's not the point."

Jimin's mouth fell open.

"Then why did you-"

"I know that you're a guy. A very gay guy, at that."

A cliche moment of silence passed between the two gays.

"Okay," Jimin finally said.

"Okay?" Yongsun asked, bewildered.

"Okay."

"I just said that I know you are gay and a guy and that's your reaction?"

"It's obviously because of your famed gaydar (gay radar) - the one you keep talking about in your videos - that you knew. So, technically, I shouldn't be surprised."

Yongsun gave this some thought. "Fair point but it wasn't just that."

"Then what gave it away?"

"Your googly eyes whenever you see my brother."

"And my gender?"

"I'm a woman, Jimin. I think I would know what a woman looks like."

"That's why all the old ladies in the bus always gave me weird looks."

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sun during this chappie givin' me james charles vibes with all that "sister" stuff ✨

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