chapter 4 Jeon mansion

Once Yoongi finally managed to drag himself into something that resembled ready, He and Jimin made their way downstairs. The aroma of fresh breakfast filled the grand dining hall, Where Mr. and Mrs.Jeon sat in their usual places, with Jungkook already halfway through his meal.

The moment Jungkook spotted Jimin a mischievous spark flickered in his eyes. He raised his hand casually "Hey, Jimin. Hi-fi".

Jimin's face brightened like a child offered candy. Without a second thought, He darted toward Jungkook, putting every ounce of his energy into that Hi-fi. But just as their hands were about to meet----------------‐

Whoop! Jungkook lifted his hand higher.

Jimin's momentum betrayed him, his balanced tipping, and he stumbled two-step away, arms flailing dramatically like a cartoon character. Jungkook, still seated comfortably, smirked and calmly returned to eating his breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Wide-eyed and betrayed, Jimin spun around,

"Yah! What was that for?"

Jungkook just shrugged,eyes twinkling. "What? it's not my fault you're so short, shorty~"

Yoongi, seated nearby, bit his lip, his shoulders trembling as he tried not to laugh. But the corners of his mouth betrayed him, a smile sneaking out.

With a pout so tragic it could win an Oscar, Jimin abandoned both of them and marched to Mr. Jeon, hugging her tightly like a wounded puppy. "Mom, I'm tired of these two brothers!" he whined, pointing accusingly at both Jungkook and yoongi.

Mrs.Jeon patted his head gently, glaring daggers at Jungkook. "Don't tease him so much!"

"Okay, okay", Jungkook chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender "Sorry, shorty. Now stop crying like a two-year-old and eat your breakfast".

Jimin huffed but took his seat, cheeks puffed out, his pout refusing to leave. The table soon filled with laughter, soft chatter, and the clinking of cutlery - an ordinary breakfast scene that somehow felt warm and extraordinary.

After finishing his meal, Jungkook pushed his chair back. "I'm done. Heading to university".

Jimin instantly perked up. "Wait, Jungkook! Can you give me a lift to my office? Because Yoongi is ---"

His words trailed off. Everyone gazes shifted in unison.

There was yoongi, the man who had just gotten ready. Peacefully asleep on the dining table, cheek pressed against his folded arms as if the world no longer existed.

A heavy silence filled the room. Then, as one Mr.Jeon, Mrs.Jeon, Jimin and Jungkook shared the same expression. We are done with him.

Jungkook sighed "Fine. Let's go".

"Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" Jimin chirped, already darting toward the door. Then he leaned back in mischievously and added, "Mom only you can wake him up". With that, he sprinted outside toward the car.

"Hey, Shorty, wait up!" Jungkook shouting abandoning his calm and running after him.

Mrs.Jeon remained behind sending her deadliest glare at her still — sleeping son.

Mr.Jeon, on the other hand, slipped his morning coffee, eyes glued to the news on his iPad. With the calmness of a man who had long accepted this circus as daily routine, he simply signed in contentment.

And so, another morning in the Jeon household began —

Chaotic for some, hilarious for others, and perfectly ordinary in its extraordinary way.

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