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Chapter One
When people would ask how you met, Namjoon would be the first to admit he hadn’t made a stellar first impression.
It was before the group had even debuted. He was young and gangly with a head full of dreams and more book learning than street sense. By his own admission, if he’d been half as smart as he thought he was back then he would’ve easily been the smartest man in Korea.
The day in question started like many others with the exception that Namjoon woke up an hour before his normal time in order to have a rare early meeting with Yoongi. His hyung usually didn’t ‘do’ mornings but there were things they needed to go over and breakfast seemed to work best for their busy schedules.
Namjoon smacked his alarm clock and rolled out of bed wearing only his boxers. Half awake and bleary eyed he stumbled down the hall towards the dorm’s small kitchenette. He was pleasantly surprised to smell coffee brewing already. It would seem Yoongi had actually gotten up on time for once.
Namjoon turned the corner yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Morning, hyung. Did you even go to bed…”
He froze midsentence.
It wasn’t Yoongi standing in the kitchen. It wasn’t any of the members.
It was a girl.
You were leaning against the counter – barefoot, wearing an oversized dark hoodie and faded jeans, holding a large mug of coffee, smiling at him in an overly indulgent manner.
“Good morning,” you said, savoring the look of total incomprehension plastered on the boy’s face.
“You-you’re not Yoongi,” he managed to splutter.
“Good catch,” You raised your mug in his direction in a sort of congratulatory toast to his mental prowess. “Don’t tell me…you must be the genius Yoongi told me about. Rap Monster, right?”
Namjoon’s eyes squinted in confusion.
“You’re a girl.”
“Wow. Another brilliant deduction. You’re on fire this morning. Tell me, what other stunning revelations have you picked up on?”
“I-I’m only wearing underwear…”
“Yes. Yes, you are.” You made sure he was aware of your total indifference to that fact. “And in other breaking news the sky is blue and the grass is green. Any other earth shaking developments I should be aware of?”
Namjoon blinked slowly.
“I…I don’t think so?”
He phrased that last bit as a question rather than a statement since he wasn’t sure of anything just at the moment.
There was a noise in the hallway and you craned your neck to peer past Namjoon at the shambling form of Yoongi squinting his eyes against the bright fluorescent lights of the kitchen.
“Seriously, slug?” You shook your head in mock despair. “This is your fearless leader? The genius? The best and brightest you got? If so, you guys are in deep trouble.”
“Aish. You think he’s hopeless? Wait until you meet the maknaes,” Yoongi muttered as he shuffled past wearing an oversized tee shirt and basketball shorts. He let out an exasperated groan as he dropped into one of the chairs around the small table taking up most of the available space.
Namjoon gaped at the scene in front of him before once again stating the obvious.
“Yoongi. There’s a girl in here.”
Yoongi waved his hand dismissively. “That’s not a girl. That’s my little sister.”
You leaned over and smacked the rapper on the back of his head.
“Hey! First off, being your sister does not negate the fact that I am a female. And second, we’re the same age, dumbass.”
Namjoon hadn’t thought it was possible to be more confused than he had been when he first walked in the room but it would appear he’d been wrong about that as well.
“I…I didn’t know you had a twin, Yoongi-hyung.”
You and Yoongi turned slowly towards each other with eyebrows raised in matching expressions of disbelief.
“Twins?” You almost choked on your coffee. “He thinks we’re twins.”
“Hmm…” grunted Yoongi. “I’m pretty sure one of us should be offended.”
“Damn straight,” you agreed.
Yoongi pondered for a moment. “It should probably be you.”
“Oh, it should definitely be me,” you replied with a firm nod. “To start with I’m much taller.”
“You wish,” he scoffed.
“Aww… Did I hit a nerve there, slug?”
Yoongi wrinkled his nose as if smelling something vile. “Stop calling me that or so help me I’ll return you to whatever bridge we found you under.”
You snorted back a laugh as you glanced at the still clearly befuddled Namjoon.
“What the slug is trying to say is that he and I are not connected by either biology or marriage. I suppose you could say that we just sort of…acquired each other along the way and since he’s lost the receipt he’s stuck with me.”
Presented with such an overwhelming amount of information and more questions than answers Namjoon opted to clarify one of the simpler points first.
“Slug?” he asked.
“Childhood nickname,” you grinned. “You’ve known him for a while now. Tell me it doesn’t fit. He also answers to Meow-Meow.”
You reached over and scratched behind Yoongi’s ear as if he were a spoiled house pet, causing the boy to swat your hand away.
“Aish! Cut it out, will you! I have a reputation to maintain around here!”
You made a face and stuck your tongue out at him.
“Oh, please! You know damn well that’s the least embarrassing thing I could tell these guys about you, so shut up and have some coffee. I made it just the way you like it – as dark and bitter as what’s left of your soul.”
You grabbed another mug and filled it with a substance that to Namjoon’s eyes had the consistency of motor oil. Yoongi gratefully accepted it, clutching it with both hands, inhaling the rich aroma deeply before bringing it to his lips and taking a long, slow sip.
“Ahh….finally! A proper cup of coffee,” he sighed. “Thank you, Nabi. I take back almost every bad thing I’ve ever said about you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep in mind that I’ve got a witness here so don’t starting making promises you don’t intend to keep.”
You shifted her attention back to Namjoon.
“As for you, Einstein. Go find some pants while I make another pot that’s fit for consumption by actual human beings.”
It suddenly dawned on Namjoon that he’d been standing there the entire time wearing only his boxers. He blushed a deep shade of red usually found only on tomatoes and gave a quick bow before dashing back down the hall to get dressed and warn the others that they had an unexpected visitor.