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ENGAGEMENT REACTIONS: FAMILY EDITION
Jisoo announces her and Taeyong's engagement to different family members via FaceTime call. ( including the members ).
Part one.
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MOM & DAD ( + TAE AND MINA )
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Wanting to let everyone know ahead of time, Jisoo started calling all of her family members to let them know of the good news before the media did it for them. So the first people she told were her parents. Who just so happened to be spending the day with her older brother, his wife and her little sister.

"Okaasan~!" Jisoo said, propping her phone on her kitchen counter. She was in the middle of making food for herself when she facetimed her mom.

"Yes, onna no ko~!" Tatsu replied back, also propping her phone on her kitchen counter. She was baking in her kitchen when her eldest daughter called her. "I'm surprised you called this early in the week. I'm happy to hear from you~"

"Me too~" Jisoo said, smiling. She paused her chopping and leaned on her counter. "I actually have something to tell you and appa, where is he?"

"He's in the backyard with your brother and sister." She explained, mixing her cupcake mix in a steel bowl. "Tae just got here an hour ago. Your sister is playing with the dog outside."

"Oh, good! I'm actually glad everyone's there," She said happily. "I have something to show you."

Tatsu stopped her mixing and looked directly at her. "What's up, my love?"

Jisoo smiled brightly, showing her the big and shiny engagement ring on her finger. "I'm getting married~!"

It took Tatsu three seconds before she registered what she told her. But as soon as she saw that sparkling wedding ring in her finger, she suddenly screamed super loudly.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Her screams rippled through her phone. Tatsu nearly dropped her mixing bowl as she began to jump up and down.

Tears streamed down her face, covering her mouth as she began to cry loudly. "YOU'RE LYING TO ME!!!" She sobbed out under her hands.

"I heard screaming!" Jisoo heard her dads voice off camera. Her mom ignored him and continued to cry happy tears. She couldn't even tell him what happened. All she did was point at her phone.

Seokmin, her dad, suddenly took her phone and saw that she was FaceTiming their daughter. "Jisoo, why's your mom crying and screaming?" He asked chuckling slightly. "I thought something bad happened."

"No, nothing is wrong." Jisoo laughed out, picking up her phone. She showed him her ring. "I got engaged. Taeyong proposed to me last night."

"WAHH!" Seokmin yelled, his face suddenly turned into excitement as soon as he saw the ring. "REALLY?! TAE! MINA! COME HERE! YOUR SISTER HAS SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!"

Jisoo laughed, happy to see him so excited about this. She watched as he ran back outside to his backyard, with his wife quickly trailing behind him.

"YOU GUYS! COME HERE, REAL QUICK!" He yelled for them to come over to camera view.

"What's going on?" Taeyong, her brother, asked jokingly as he was suddenly shown in camera view. "Oh! Hey, Oompa Loompa."

Jisoo rolled her eyes at him as she sat at the kitchen island. "Stop calling me that, you idiot." She said, "Where's Mina?"

"I'm right here, unnie~" Mina, now 12 years old, quickly sat on her dads lap after he propped Tatsus phone against the surface area of the their outdoors picnic table. She saw he entire family huddled together in camera view, finally.

Tatsu hadn't stopped crying at all. She kept wiping her tears and covering her mouth. Not wanting to ruin the surprise.

"Why is mom crying?" Taeyong asked, noticing her smiling through her tears. "Jisoo, what did you do?"

"Nothing," Jisoo shrugged nonchalantly before holding up her hand to show them her engagement ring. "Except get engaged!"

Suddenly, Mina started screaming excitedly. Tae's eyes widened as his jaw dropped completely. He was so shocked, he started speaking Japanese.

"本当に?! 結婚するんですか?!" He yelled at her, leaning closer to the camera. Seokmin laughed loudly at their reactions. "Are you serious?! My name twin popped the question?! When and why wasn't I there to see it?!"

"Unnie, I'm so happy for you!" Mina cheered, clapping her hands. "I can tell everyone at school that my sister is getting married!"

"We're all so happy for you!" Seokmin said with a big smile on his face. He noticed that Tatsu was still crying and too stunned to even say anything. "Your mother is very happy right now, she just can't speak at the moment."

Tatsu smacked him on his shoulder as she giggled a little, using a napkin to dry her eyes. "My baby is getting married~" she said, feeling more sobs coming up her throat. "I'm so happy right now."

"This means we're celebrating," Seokmin declared. "I'm gonna call your Aunties and Uncles and tell them the good news."

"I gotta go prepare for everything." Tatsu sniffled, quickly drying her eyes. "I have to make all of your favorite foods, I gotta call your aunts and uncles! And I gotta tell your grandparents! Oh, they'll be so happy!"

Jisoo laughed as she watched her mom run off in a hurry, screaming about using their house phone to call her side of the family. Seokmin chuckled and shook his head.

"Anyways, we're all happy for you and make sure you and Taeyong have nothing to do this Saturday. We want you to come over for dinner."

"Also, where did he get that rock?!" Her brother asked in shock. "That ring is blinged out and bigger than your finger! I'm surprised you can even lift up your hand!"

"It's from Tiffany & Co." She answered, looking at it. "It is pretty big but it's not that heavy."

"That thing has its own area code." He joked back, "Everyone in the world will know that you're locked in with that ring."

"Hahaha! Shut up!" Jisoo laughed. "I'll leave you guys to it. I know mom is running around right now. I'll see you this Saturday~! I love you!"

"We love you, too, baby~" Seokmin said, waving at the camera. "Congratulations, again!"

"I wanna be the flower girl, unnie!" Mina yelled out before he hung up.






NAMJOON
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"Namjoon-oppa~!" The next person she called was Namjoon. He was at the same concert when she was proposed to. He just didn't know it at all. She wanted him to be the first member, since he's always been a brother to her. Or even another father figure to her.

Namjoon answered her FaceTime call from his home studio that same late afternoon, wearing a black hoodie, sweat pants and his glasses.

"Jisoo-ah~!" He greeted with a smile, holding his phone up. "What's going on? This is a surprise."

"I actually have something to tell you." She said, sitting down on her couch with Yubin laying in her lap. "Something very important, are you busy?"

"Just working on music but that's it," he said, pausing the music from his laptop. "Why? What's up?"

Jisoo grinned slightly, lifting up her left hand to show him her ring. "I'm getting married!"

Namjoon stayed quiet, leaning closer to his camera to see if he heard and saw what he just saw. Ain't no way she said that she was getting married. Ain't no way.

"Jisoo," his voice started to get low and emotional as he tried to hold back tears. "You better not be playing with me.....did you just say you're getting married?!"

She nodded her head, holding up her hand to camera view. "Taeyong proposed to me at the Bruno Mars concert."

"What?!" Namjoon suddenly yelled, making her jump a little. "I WAS THERE, TOO! OH MY GOD!"

Jisoo laughed a little as she watched him sit upright on his chair. He smiled so happily as tears started forming in his eyes. He ran his hand over his face and hair, astonished by the happy news.

"Oh my god! I just realized how old we're all getting." He said, chuckling in shock. "You're getting married! I'm about to start crying!"

"Stop! I'm gonna cry!" Jisoo whined, feeling her own tears form in her light blue eyes. She used her free hand to cover her mouth as she felt a sob form in her throat.

"You're giving me heart palpitations, Jiji." Namjoon replied, letting the tears flow. "Oh my god.....this feels like my own daughter is telling me that she's getting married. I'm so proud of you, Jisoo. And I'm even more proud that Taeyong did what he did. I can tell he makes you so happy and that's all any of us wanted for you."

"I know." She mumbled, sniffling a little. "Imagine how I felt when he asked me."

"I'm surprised you didn't faint." Namjoon joked, causing laughter between them "but really, baby, I'm so happy for you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I wanted to tell you first before I tell everyone else." She informed him. "I felt like you have to know first."

"And I appreciate that." Namjoon thanked, wiping a tear away from his face. "You really aren't a baby anymore and I just realized that all over again. I feel like I'm going to explode right now,"

The two chuckled a little as they cried together. A moment of silence went by before Jisoo spoke again. "I'll call you back. I gotta tell the others now."

"Knowing Jimin, he'll start crying." Namjoon joked, still feeling shocked but happy. "I know Jungkook and Taehyung are gonna freak out. Yoongi-hyung might cry, as well."

"I know Jin and Hoseok are gonna cry, too." She giggled out. "But anyways, I'll call you back. Love you~!"

"Love you too, baby~"




















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