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The BTS dorm was alive with chaos from the moment Seokjin’s three-year-old nephew, Minho, stepped through the door. With a childlike mix of endless energy and zero concern for breakable items, the little tornado had turned the otherwise semi-organized space into his personal playground.
“Uncle Kookie, catch!” Minho shouted, launching a toy action figure with the enthusiasm of a professional pitcher.
Jungkook ducked just in time, the plastic figurine whizzing past his head. “Whoa! Nice throw, Minho! But maybe aim at something ...not alive, yeah?”
Minho giggled mischievously, his tiny hands reaching for another figure. “They’re flying, Uncle Kookie!”
Yoongi shuffled into the living room, his bed hair defying gravity and a half-empty coffee mug in hand. His gaze landed on the chaos, and he immediately groaned. “It’s too early for this. Can’t we sedate him or something?”
“Hyung!” Seokjin called from the kitchen, where he was cutting fruit. “That’s my precious nephew you’re talking about.”
Yoongi waved his coffee mug dismissively. “Your precious nephew is a menace.”
“Flying menace!” Minho corrected, flapping his arms like an airplane.
Taehyung and Jimin stumbled in next, both blinking sleepily at the commotion. “What’s going on here?” Taehyung asked, his curiosity overtaking his drowsiness as he flopped onto the couch.
“Minho’s training to become the next big action hero,” Jungkook said, dodging another figurine.
“Or the next big demolition expert,” Yoongi muttered.
“Minho!” Seokjin appeared in the doorway, hands on his hips. “Stop throwing things before Uncle Yoongi actually cries.”
“I don’t cry,” Yoongi said flatly, taking another sip of coffee. “I just suffer.”
Jimin leaned toward Taehyung, grinning. “This is better than TV.”
“Minho’s got Jin-hyung’s chaos gene,” Taehyung said with a smirk. “No wonder Yoongi-hyung’s already stressed.”
“Hey!” Seokjin protested. “I’m not chaotic.”
“You once tried to cook ramen without water,” Jimin pointed out.
Seokjin opened his mouth, closed it, and then pointed at Minho. “This is about Minho, not me!”
The room erupted in laughter, the teasing sparking a warm camaraderie that momentarily calmed the chaos. That was, until Minho froze mid-giggle, his tiny face turning bright red.
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“What’s wrong, Minho?” Seokjin asked, immediately noticing his nephew’s change in demeanor.
Minho’s lip quivered, and his little hands fidgeted with the hem of his pajama shirt. “I... I had an accident.”
Everyone’s eyes darted to the growing wet spot on Minho’s pants. For a moment, the room was silent. Then, predictably, the tears started.
“I’m sorry!” Minho wailed, his small shoulders shaking. “I’m bad!”
“Oh, buddy, no,” Seokjin said, kneeling down to scoop him into a hug. “You’re not bad. It’s just a little accident. It happens.”
Minho buried his face in Seokjin’s shoulder, sobbing harder. “I’m so embarrassed!”
“Aw, Minho,” Jungkook said gently, crouching down beside him. “Don’t worry about it. You’re not the only one this has happened to.”
Minho sniffled. “Really?”
“Absolutely,” Jungkook said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “In fact, your Uncle Jin had an accident not too long ago.”
“What?!” Seokjin’s head whipped around so fast it was a wonder he didn’t sprain something. “Jungkook, don’t you dare—”
But Jungkook was already turning to Minho, his grin widening. “Let me tell you about the time Uncle Jin had a pee pants moment of his own.”
“NO!” Seokjin yelled, but his plea only fueled Jungkook’s enthusiasm.
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Jungkook, always eager to entertain an audience, perched dramatically on the edge of the couch. He stretched his arms out like a storyteller in the middle of an epic tale. “Let me set the scene properly,” he began, shooting a gleeful glance at Seokjin, whose face was buried in his hands. “Picture this: a dark, stormy night on the highway—”
“It was sunny,” Seokjin interjected flatly.
“A dark, stormy night on the highway,” Jungkook repeated, undeterred. “The rain poured in buckets. Thunder roared. Lightning flashed—”
“Why do I feel like I was driving in a disaster movie?” Seokjin muttered, his voice muffled by his palms.
“And in the backseat sat our noble, wise elder brother, Kim Seokjin.” Jungkook made a grand sweeping gesture. “He had just finished eating two large sodas and a triple-portion snack combo at the rest stop—”
“Two sodas? Triple-portion?!” Seokjin finally looked up, scandalized. “You’re making me sound like a glutton!”
“The truth hurts, hyung!” Jungkook fired back, grinning. “Anyway, he didn’t listen when we asked if he needed to go to the bathroom before we left.”
“I didn’t need to go then!” Seokjin snapped.
“Famous last words.”
The others chuckled as Jungkook dove back into the story. “So there we were, cruising along, when suddenly—” He mimed clutching his stomach and bouncing in his seat. “Hyung’s legs started doing the jiggle. You know the one. That desperate ‘I really need to pee’ jiggle.”
“I do not jiggle,” Seokjin deadpanned, crossing his arms.
Jungkook ignored him. “He was trying to act all calm and dignified, like, ‘I’m fine, guys. I can hold it.’ But we could hear the desperation. It was in his voice. Cracks everywhere.”
“Was this before or after he started humming a song to distract himself?” Taehyung chimed in, smirking.
“Oh, definitely after,” Jungkook said, pointing a finger at him. “It started with a little hum. Then he broke out into a full rendition of ‘Fake Love.’”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t that the part where he said, ‘I’m going to die?’”
Jungkook nodded solemnly. “Oh yeah. He literally said, ‘I’m not going to make it.’”
“That was about my sanity, not my bladder!” Seokjin snapped, but his face was so red, it was hard to tell if he was angry or just mortified.
“Now here’s where it gets really good,” Jungkook continued, his grin wide enough to rival the Cheshire Cat. “We pulled into a gas station—finally—because Jin-hyung was about two seconds away from losing it. He jumped out of the car so fast, I’m pretty sure he teleported. I blinked, and he was already halfway to the bathroom line.”
“The line?” Minho asked, his eyes wide.
“Oh yes, the line,” Jungkook said, his voice low and ominous. “It stretched on forever. It was like something out of a nightmare. People were taking their sweet time in there while Jin-hyung stood at the back, doing the pee-pee shuffle.”
Seokjin groaned audibly. “You’re making me sound like a child.”
“Oh, no, hyung,” Jimin said through laughter. “Jungkook’s making you sound worse than a child.”
“Anyway,” Jungkook said, raising his voice to be heard over the giggles, “the line didn’t move fast enough, and hyung—our poor, noble hyung—reached his limit. There was a huuuge puddle on the ground by the time he got into the bathroom.”
The room exploded with laughter.
“That didn’t happen!” Seokjin shouted, his voice cracking as he pointed accusingly at Jungkook.
“Okay, fine,” Jungkook said, smirking. “Maybe I exaggerated the puddle part. But you did mutter ‘thank you’ to every person in line as you rushed past them, while you still peed.”
“I was being polite!” Seokjin argued, though his voice was barely audible over the cackles of his bandmates.
As the laughter started to die down, Yoongi cleared his throat. His deadpan delivery instantly silenced the group, though their grins remained. “Since we’re airing everyone’s embarrassing moments, it would be tragic not to mention Jungkook’s horror movie fiasco.”
Jungkook froze mid-laugh, his smile vanishing. “Hyung, no.”
“Oh, yes.” Yoongi leaned back in his chair, looking smug. “It was during our movie marathon last Halloween. I warned you about watching that clown movie, but you insisted. Said something like, ‘I’m Jungkook. I don’t get scared.’”
Minho’s eyes widened. “You were scared, Uncle Kookie?”
“Not even a little,” Jungkook said quickly. “Hyung’s exaggerating.”
“He screamed so loud, my ears were ringing for an hour,” Yoongi said, completely ignoring him. “And then came the best part. A jump scare so good, it—” He paused for dramatic effect.
“Don’t say it,” Jungkook begged, already red-faced.
“—it made him pee himself a little.”
Minho gasped in delight. “Uncle Kookie pee pants, too!”
“No, no, no,” Jungkook said, waving his hands frantically. “That’s not what happened.”
“Oh, it absolutely is,” Yoongi replied, his smirk widening. “You spent the rest of the movie wrapped in a blanket, sulking.”
By now, even Seokjin was laughing, his earlier humiliation replaced by unbridled joy at Jungkook’s discomfort.
As the laughter subsided, Minho turned to Seokjin with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m gonna tell my mommy and daddy all about your accident, Uncle Jin!”
Seokjin’s smile froze. “You’ll do no such thing, young man.”
“Why not?” Minho asked, tilting his head innocently.
“Because...” Seokjin racked his brain for a reason. “Because if you do, I’ll... I’ll eat all your cookies.”
Minho gasped, clutching his chest in mock horror. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, I would.” Seokjin crossed his arms, trying to look intimidating.
Minho narrowed his eyes. “Five cookies, and I won’t tell.”
“Five?!” Seokjin sputtered.
“Deal!” Jungkook chimed in, laughing.
“Stay out of this!" Seokjin shot back.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up, young man."
The negotiation ended with Minho gleefully accepting his uncle’s terms, while the rest of the group collapsed into laughter yet again. Seokjin, though thoroughly embarrassed, couldn’t help but smile.
As mortifying as the morning had been, he couldn’t deny that seeing his nephew’s laughter—and his bandmates’ joy—made it all worthwhile.
Two days later, Seokjin’s phone buzzed with a text from his older brother.
**[Hyung:]** "So... I heard about a certain 'pee pants' incident from Minho. Care to explain?"
Seokjin groaned, his head falling into his hands as the group erupted in fresh laughter around him.
The next message came almost instantly.
**[Hyung:]** "Don't worry. Mom knows too. She thinks it’s hilarious."
Seokjin’s soul left his body as Jungkook gleefully offered to text back details. Yoongi, ever the opportunist, snatched the phone and typed, “Want the full story? We’ve got receipts.”
Seokjin’s groan could be heard clear across the dorm.