The laughter was still lingering in the room when it happened.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t intentional.
It just… slipped out.

Y/N clutched the edge of the table, eyes shining, heart overflowing in a way she didn’t know how to contain anymore. Thirteen years of holding back suddenly collapsed under the weight of love, recognition, and warmth.

“Arre yeh sab sach mein ho raha hai…” she blurted out softly, breathless with excitement...., “Main sapna toh nahi dekh rahi na…?”

The room froze.Seven heads snapped toward her at once.Seven identical expressions appeared—wide eyes, slightly parted lips, complete confusion.

Jin blinked first, “…Huh?”

Jungkook tilted his head slowly like a confused puppy.
“What… did she just say?”

Taehyung stared at her, brows knitted together, studying the rhythm of the words.
“Wait,” he said slowly, pointing at her.
“What did you say…??”

Y/N’s eyes widened.
“Oh—!”
She laughed nervously, waving her hands.
“Sorry, sorry!”

She took a breath and translated carefully.
“I said—‘Is all of this really happening… or am I still dreaming?’”

The reaction was instant.

Jimin’s face lit up like someone had just played a beautiful note.
“…I didn’t understand a single word,” he admitted honestly,
“but it felt amazing while listening.”

She froze for half a second.Then she giggled. A soft, uncontrollable giggle that came straight from muscle memory.
“That reminds me of a meme,” she said, laughing more now.
“Kuch samajh toh nahi aaya… par sunn kar bahut acha laga.”

The room exploded.

Jungkook laughed so hard he bent forward, hands on his knees.
“That’s exactly how it felt!” he shouted.

Taehyung clapped loudly, “That sentence should be our new motto.”

Jimin laughed, eyes crinkling.
“What language was that?” he asked genuinely curious.
“I can’t understand anything—but it sounded so beautiful.”

“It’s Hindi,” she replied softly.

Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up.
“…You speak Hindi?” he asked, clearly impressed.

She nodded, “Yes.”

Then he asked again, more carefully this time, “Do you speak Korean?”

She hesitated, choosing her words honestly.
“I can understand and speak Korean,” she said slowly,
“but not properly . Only a little bit.”

She smiled apologetically.
“Properly, I’m fluent only in English and Hindi.”

There was a pause.

Then—
“Ohhh… no. Not again.”
Jungkook slumped back dramatically in his chair like the universe had personally betrayed him.

Everyone burst out laughing instantly.
“What now?” Jin asked, suspicious.

Jungkook pointed at the ceiling dramatically.
“Earlier, the two people I had crushes on only knew English,” he declared loudly.
“So I couldn’t talk to them properly!” paused," for them I learnt English....so that I can talk to them...."

He slapped his hand on the table.
“Now when I finally learned to speak English fluently—”

He turned toward Y/N, eyes wide, “ now my baby sister is a Hindi speaker.”

He leaned back, staring at the imaginary sky, “Oh God… now I have to learn Hindi also.”, Dramatically," why god why.... Why it's always me....." Then looked at her," ok... I'll learn Hindi too.... Yes.... I'll definitely learn Hindi also.... Then we'll talk in hindi with her.... " seeing his dramatic expressions

The room lost it.

Hoseok laughed so hard he actually covered his mouth.
Jimin fell against Taehyung’s shoulder.
Jin wiped imaginary tears.
“This is the greatest tragedy of Jungkook’s life,” he announced solemnly.

Yoongi smirked.
“Hyung, you’re way too dramatic.”

In the middle of the laughter, Hoseok leaned toward Taehyung, whispering loudly—but not quietly enough.
“…He had crush on two people?”

Not 2 actually 3.... Y/N replied in low voice....

Taehyung nodded immediately, dead serious, “exactly.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.
“3…??Who were they?”

Before Taehyung could answer—

Y/N spoke up casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Namjoon bhaiya,” she said simply,
“and 2  girls when he was in  school.... namjoon bhaiya is still his crush...."

"Ohh..... What about other 2 girls??" Hobi asked getting curious," did he approached them??"

"I think no.... "

"Why....??"

"At that time he didn't knew how to speak in English.... And both were English speakers.... Due to this he couldn't approach them...."

"Ohh.... Now I got it.... That's why he learned English diligently"

Y/N smirked," yup"

Then they giggled together

Silence.

Pure.

Absolute.

Silence.

Hoseok whipped his head toward Jungkook.

“What?? How do you know that?!”

Jungkook’s ears turned red instantly.

“Why is she saying it like that so casually?!”

Taehyung burst into giggles, pointing between them.

“Hyung,” he said teasingly,
“you’re forgetting something.”

He looked at Y/N fondly.
“She’s our sister.”

He shrugged.
“And sisters know everything about their brothers.”

Y/N nodded seriously, backing him up.
“Exactly.”

She smiled sweetly—then added, completely innocently:
“Also, Jungkook bhai and his English have a separate fan following.”

The room went feral.

Jimin gasped dramatically.
“Not the English!”

Jin laughed loudly.
“That English deserves its own fandom name.”

Yoongi shook his head, smirking.
“This is what happens when you speak confidently.”

Jungkook groaned, covering his face.
“Why does everyone remember that?”

Y/N continued, now fully comfortable.
“And the ‘Dear Diary’ meme?” she added thoughtfully, “It’s trending again.”
While showing the meme and the comments

Taehyung burst out laughing, slapping the table, “Yeah! I saw that!”

He turned to Jungkook, laughing harder.
“‘Dear diary, today Jungkook spoke English and ARMY fell in love again.’”

Jungkook screamed, “STOP!”

Taehyung wiped his eyes, still laughing.
“Jungkookie and I always laugh seeing ARMY comments and edits.”

He smiled warmly.
“Our ARMYs are damn talented.”

RM, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke—voice calm but amused.
“So,” he said, looking at Y/N thoughtfully,
“you’ve basically watched us grow up… and collected our embarrassing moments.”

She smiled gently, “Yes.”

Jimin leaned closer, whispering playfully.
“That’s dangerous.”

She laughed.
“But don’t worry,” she added quickly.
“I always protect my brothers.”

Yoongi nodded once,“Good.”

Jin stood up suddenly.
“Alright,” he declared.
“Enough teasing.”

He looked at Y/N seriously.
“From now on, no one embarrasses our little sister.”

Everyone turned to stare at him.

“…Hyung,” Jungkook said slowly,
“she just embarrassed me.”

Jin shrugged, “That’s allowed.”

Laughter filled the room again.

Different languages. Different cultures.
Different lives.

Yet somehow—They fit perfectly.

And Y/N realized something profound, sitting there surrounded by seven familiar strangers who no longer felt like strangers at all. She wasn’t just a fan who waited.
She wasn’t just a name in the comments.
She was the girl who spoke in Hindi out of excitement—and seven Korean men stopped everything just to understand her.

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