LOST BOY.

|thirty

"i fucking told you!"

seokjin stayed quiet, looking at us with disappointment.

namjoon looked like a tattling five year old.

"snitch." yoongi made a face at him.

apparently he saw us leave last night so he told jin after he stopped beating him with kitchen utensils.

"hurry up and hit them." he held out the spatula.

seokjin rolled his eyes.

"i'm not going to hit them."

"but you hit me!"

"and it felt hella good!"

i broke out in laugher, earning a glare from the two.

my sides hurt so much from laughing.

yoongi chuckled as jin threatened to hit namjoon again.

"don't worry dads, it won't happen again." i jokingly bowed to them.

"you think you're funny punk?" he gently hit me on the head.

"are you kidding me? you hit me so hard compared to that!"

"fucking good!"

yoongi looked like he was going to burst any second now.

i grabbed his arm again for support.

"put away the knife, i'm sorry!"

yoongi finally lost it and wrapped his arms around me as he laid down letting out all of his laugher.

i grinned following his lead.

"let's sneak away." he whispered pulling me up and running away to his room.

i wiped my eyes to get rid of the remaining tears.

"that was actually the funniest thing i've ever experienced in my life." i jumped on his bed.

he nodded sitting down in his chair.

"you look so happy."

i thought about it for a minute.

it is true i guess.

"i am happy."