Little Flower

8

"Don't worry now, we are free." ~ Sugar [KIM WOO SEOK]

"I don't know, little flower," Taehyung frowns from his seat on the couch. "There'll be a lot of people there."

"Then you can come with me?" she asks hopefully.

"I have a job interview," he says, letting out a sigh when she pouted.

It wasn't that he didn't want her to go have fun, but the last time he went to a football game, it didn't turn out well. He just wanted to make sure she would be safe.

"You can go," he says, speaking louder when she squeals in excitement. "As long as a friend goes with you."

"My friend offered to pick me up," she beams. "Thank you, Taehyungie!"

The siblings spent the next hour getting ready individually, and as Rosie dressed in a nice skirt and top, Taehyung dressed in the best suit he could find in his closet.

"You look great, Taehyungie," Rosie compliments as she finishes the last few touches in the bathroom.

"Thanks, bubba," he grins, ruffling her hair on his way out. "Is your friend almost here?"

Just as he finished the question, the rumbling of an engine could be heard outside. Rosie smiled sheepishly as Taehyung gave her a questioning look and the elder pulled the window curtains aside, scowling at the ravenette balancing his bike in the driveway.

"You didn't tell me your friend was a boy."

Jungkook knocked on the Kim's residence and adjusted his leather jacket as he waited. He was dressed in all black, per usual, and his hair was left to frame his face. When the door opened and Taehyung was standing there with a glare on his intimidating face, Jungkook raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"And who might you be?" the elder spits.

"I'm Jungkook. You must be Taehyung?" The ravenette offers a smile but coughs awkwardly when the older keeps glaring at him. "I'm here to pick Rosie up for the game."

Taehyung opened his mouth to speak, but Rosie suddenly appeared before him with a wide smile.

"Rosie, let me talk to him for a minute," Taehyung's eyes never left the ravenette's as he folded his arms over his chest. "Alone."

Rosie's smile faltered, looking between the two glaring men before hesitantly walking away to the bike in the driveway.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at the ravenette once she was in a far enough distance, his distaste for the boy already burrowing itself in his belly. Everything from the tattoos on his hand to his attire screamed bad boy, and Taehyung didn't need a bad boy around his precious sister.

"Listen-"

"I want her home as soon as the game ends," Taehyung interrupts coldly. "I know it ends around 10:00 so I expect her here no later."

"Yes, sir," Jungkook mutters, crossing his arms.

If anyone else were to talk to him that way, Jungkook would have most likely punched them in the face. But, he figured punching his crush's brother wouldn't be a great first impression.