Marriage || Taekook

-^-^-《Part 23》-^-^-

The guard blinked. Then blinked again.

“…Ah, of course, sir,” Mr. Han said after a pause, completely playing along. “Shall I prepare your golden throne and call the press?”

Inside, the entire group burst into howling laughter. Jin actually fell sideways off the cushion. Jimin was crying from how hard he was laughing.

Yoongi marched back into the living room like a returning war hero, completely expressionless while everyone clapped and screamed like he just won a Grammy.

“Okay. I did it. Now I’m done. Never speaking of this again,” Yoongi declared, sitting down and covering his face with a cushion.

Jin wiped a tear from his eye. “Yoongi, I’m proud of you. You might just be the next K-drama lead.”

“Spin the bottle,” Yoongi groaned from behind the cushion.

As the laughter finally died down from the previous round, Yoongi spun the bottle with a dramatic flair, his expression all serious but eyes gleaming with hidden mischief. The bottle slowed… and landed squarely on Jin.

“Oh-ho-ho!” Yoongi smirked, arms crossed like a proud villain. “Looks like karma works fast.”

Jin narrowed his eyes. “Min Yoongi. Tread carefully.”

“Oh, I am,” Yoongi said, cracking his neck. “Your dare, dear hyung… is to wear one of Bo-young eomma’s aprons, grab a rolling pin, and act like a grumpy grandma chasing Jungkook for skipping his vegetables.”

The room burst into laughter, Jimin falling sideways on the floor, Hobi clutching his stomach.

Jin gasped. “Me? A grandma? Do you have any idea how expensive my image is?”

“Exactly why this is going to be iconic,” Yoongi deadpanned.

With dramatic flair, Jin tied the apron on like a battle armor, snatched a rolling pin from the kitchen, and stormed into the living room.

“Jeon Jungkook!” he barked in his best old-lady voice. “You little rascal! How many times do I have to say—eat! your! veggies!”

Jungkook squeaked and ran behind Taehyung, peeking over his shoulder like a frightened bunny, making the scene even more hilarious.

“Don’t bring Taetae into this! This is between you and your unfinished broccoli!”

Everyone was wheezing with laughter, tears in their eyes.

Jin finally plopped back into his seat, huffing and puffing but smiling. “That was elder abuse,” he muttered.

Yoongi grinned smugly. “That was justice.”

Once everyone calmed down from Jin’s dramatic grandma act, the bottle was spun again—this time by Jin himself, who still had traces of faux rage in his eyes.

It spun fast, clinking lightly on the floor until it gradually slowed and landed right on—

“Hobi-hyunh!” Jimin grinned mischievously, clapping his hands excitedly.

“Oh no,” Hoseok muttered, already regretting being born. “Jiminie, go easy on me.”

“No promises,” Jimin smirked, rubbing his hands like an evil mastermind. “Alright, your dare is…”

He paused dramatically, looking around the room, then pointed a finger with flair.

“…you have to go outside to the front garden, pick up the watering can, and loudly confess your undying love to the tomato plants. Bonus points if you act like one of them dumped you.”