"Aigoo, what the hell is that?!" Jungkook walked into my corner of my room where my makeup was. I was in the middle of taking my face mask off.
"It's a face mask?" I tried not to smile at the maknae, trying to keep a straight face.
"It looks like your peeling off your skin!" He gagged.
Shrugging, I kept peeling the mask off.
The other members walked in. Jimin was shirtless, glowering at J-hope. Taehyung looked normal. Yoongi had a white shirt that was slightly damp, making it see through, a towel around his shoulders, and wet hair.
"Why are you coming in here shirtless?!" Jin-oppa chastised.
"WHY IS YOUR SISTER PEELING OFF HER SKIN?!" J-hope screeched, hiding behind Jimin.
"My god. It's only a mask," I grumbled, washing the excess mask with a towel. "You guys need to stop freaking out."
"Uwa, Noona looks a lot different without her makeup," Taehyung hummed, sitting on Jin-oppa and Namjoon's bed.
"Bad different?" I asked, grabbing my foundation. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Taehyung, hitting him in the back of the head before answering for him. "Of course not. I don't think you look any different."
"Ohhh, Taehyung-hyung, don't piss off the boyfriend," Jungkook snickered, earning a glare from both me and Yoongi.
"Boyfriend?" Jimin and Jin-oppa furrowed their eyebrows at the maknae.
That boy dun fucked up.
"Well... while you seven bicker, I'm going to finish my makeup," I turned around, and right as I was finishing (putting lipstick on), Jin-oppa picked me up, and set me on his bed, making me mess up.
"GOD DAMMIT, JIN!" I cursed the older male out as now I had a pink line going down my chin.
"None of that. You're part of this 'bicker,'" Jin-oppa frowned at me.
"Fine," I grabbed my phone, opening up the camera, and started fixing my lipstick.
"So about this 'boyfriend' business," Jin-oppa started, looking at the four of us (me Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi), which he sat us in a line on the bed. Yoongi and I were both on our phones. Yoongi was playing that one boring game and I was fixing my makeup, We both shrugged, while Jungkook giggled nervously.
"When did you ask her out," Jin-oppa grabbed the phone from Yoongi's hand. It wasn't a question at all. Yoongi groaned, brushing his bangs away from his face. "Does it matter?"
"Well... not really, but I want to know," Jin-oppa shrugged, putting Yoongi's phone in his back pocket.
"If it's not that important, give me my phone back and let us go."
"Nope," Jin-oppa refused, backing away slightly.
"Fine, three days ago," Yoongi crossed his arms and legs, obviously irritated. "It wasn't that long ago."
"Can we go now?" I huffed, scooting closer to Yoongi, who put his arm around me.
"Fine," Jin-oppa sighed, giving Yoongi his phone back. He walked towards Namjoon, giving him a slight pout. When Jin-oppa moved, I saw Jimin, who looked devastated. Giving him a small smile, I looked down at my lap.
YOU ARE READING
Sister | m.yg
Fanfiction"Donsaengs, meet my little sister." *** "Asshole." _______________________________ Kim Seokjin's little sister, Kim (Y/n) has come back from America after a few years. While she was gone, Jin had joined a boy group called BTS, which means wh...
