For a moment after discussing about bts meme and editings, the room was quiet.

Not awkward quiet — but the kind that happens when everyone is afraid to move because something precious has just settled between them.

Y/N touched her cheeks  as it was hurting because she laughed so much...., embarrassed now that she realized all seven of them were watching her with identical expressions — soft, fond, protective.

Jin cleared his throat first, because of course he did.
“So…” he said, clapping his hands once.
“You must be hungry.”

She blinked, "Hungry?"

Jungkook groaned.
“Hyung, we just met her.”

“And?” Jin shot back.
“Meeting family comes with food.”

Y/N laughed softly, nodding instinctively.
“Yes… a little,” she admitted.

Jin looked victorious, “I knew it.”

He turned toward the staff outside the room and began speaking rapid Korean. Y/N watched helplessly, catching maybe one word out of ten.

She leaned toward Jimin and whispered, "kindly translate...."

Jimin smiled reassuringly.

Giggled,“sure,” he said in English.
"he's just asking our managers  to bring food for you...."

"Ohh..." She giggled

Then, confidently, he turned to Namjoon.

“Hyung, what is ‘thank you’ in Hindi ?”

Namjoon frowned deeply, thinking.
“…Dhanyavaad?”

Her eyes widened.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, surprised.
“That’s correct!”

Namjoon’s face lit up like he’d just passed an exam, “See,” he said proudly.
“I remember.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
“You remember Hindi words but forget your passport?”

Namjoon sighed,“Hyung…”

The tension broke completely.

Few minutes later....

Food arrived quickly — a mix of Korean dishes and a few Indian-inspired items arranged thoughtfully on the table. Jin personally supervised everything like a general overseeing battle.
“This one is spicy,” he warned her seriously, pointing,“This one is safe.”

She smiled.
“In India, spicy food is normal.... And I love to eat spicy foods,” she said shyly.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up.
“Ohhh,” he said excitedly.
“Then you can handle our food better than jin hyung..... & especially taehyungie hyung”

Tae smiled shyly.... While.....

Jin scoffed,“Excuse me?”

Before Jungkook could respond, Jin placed a plate in front of Y/N, piling it generously.
“Eat,” he ordered gently.
“You look too thin.”

She froze. That sentence.....
It was exactly what her real elder brothers back home said. Her eyes stung again. She obediently took a bite.

Jin watched closely.
“How is it?” he asked anxiously.

She nodded quickly,“ummm..... Yummy.”

Relief washed over his face.
“Good,” he said firmly, “Eat more.”

She opened her mouth to argue.
Another spoonful appeared.
“…Okay,” she murmured obediently.

Taehyung leaned back, arms crossed, observing like an amused philosopher.
“He’s gone full elder-brother mode.”

Hoseok nodded seriously.
“There’s no escape now.”

Every time she finished a bite, Jin added another, “This,” he said proudly,
“is protein.”

She smiled helplessly.
“In India,” she said softly,
“my brothers do the same.”

Jin paused. Then smiled wider than before.
“Good,” he said.
“Then you’re used to it.”

Jungkook leaned in, whispering loudly to Hoseok, “Hyung, she eats quietly like a baby bird.”

“I heard that,” Y/N said softly.

Everyone froze.

Then Jungkook burst out laughing.
“You understood that?!”

She smiled sheepishly, “ I'm fluent English and hindi speaker but can understand Korean.... But little bit.”

Hoseok suddenly clapped.
“Teach us Hindi!” he announced excitedly, “Teach something cool.”

She hesitated, “What word?”

Jimin thought for a second.
“Something we should know,” he said sincerely.

She smiled gently.
“Bhaiya,” she said.
“It means elder brother — but with respect and love.”

Jungkook repeated it slowly,“Bha… iya.”

“Close,” she giggled.

Taehyung tried next, dramatic as ever.
“Bhaaiiyaa,” he said with a deep voice.

She laughed openly now.
“Yes,” she nodded, “Perfect.”

Yoongi said it quietly, testing the sound.
“Bhaiya.”

Something about hearing it from him made her chest ache.

RM watched her closely, analytical but warm.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully,
“We always wondered why you called us that.”

She looked down, fingers tracing patterns on the table.
“In our culture,” she explained softly,
“elder brothers are protectors. Even if they don’t know you personally.”

She lifted her gaze.
“You protected me through your music. Through your words. Through your honesty.”

Silence fell again.

Jimin reached for her hand instinctively — then hesitated.

She nodded.

He held it gently.
“We didn’t know,” he whispered.

“You didn’t have to,” she replied.
“I was happy just supporting you all.”

Jungkook leaned back, arms crossed, emotional but trying to hide it.
“Hyung,” he muttered,
“She really grew up with us.”

Hoseok nodded.
“She’s our family already.”

Yoongi spoke quietly.
“Blood doesn’t decide family,” he said.
“Time & heart does.”

Things went downhill — in the best way — when Jungkook discovered her phone gallery.
“What’s this?” he asked, scrolling.

“My paintings,” she said.

His eyes widened.
“Hyung! She draws!”

Soon, all seven were crowded around her phone.
“This is beautiful,” Taehyung murmured.
“This line work… it feels emotional.”

“She does calligraphy too,” he added.

Jin gasped.
“Calligraphy?!”
“Namjoon!”

RM leaned in eagerly, “Show me.”

She opened another image — Hindi calligraphy, flowing and elegant.

Namjoon stared.
“I can’t read it,” he admitted.
“But it feels… powerful.”

She smiled.
“It says — ‘Patience brings victory.’”

Yoongi nodded approvingly.
“That’s true.”

Then Jungkook noticed something else.
“AUDIO FILES?” he shouted.

Her eyes widened, “Oh—no—”

Too late.

He pressed play.

Her voice filled the room — soft, controlled, emotional — carrying the classical warmth reminiscent of Shreya Ghoshal, yet uniquely her own.

The room went dead silent.

Jimin’s mouth fell open.

Hoseok froze mid-bounce.

Taehyung closed his eyes.

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, listening intently.

When the song ended, Jungkook whispered,
“…Why didn’t you tell us?”

She looked down.
“I didn’t think it mattered.”

Namjoon shook his head slowly.
“It matters.”

Yoongi nodded, “It really does.”

Jin smiled proudly.
“Our sister is multitalented.”

She laughed nervously.
“You make me shy.”

Jungkook grinned mischievously.
“Too late,” he said.
“You’re officially ours now.”

"She's golden maknae premium version.... " Tae smirked mischievously

Everyone agreed to him.... Making her shy.....

She blurted out unconsciously," arey pr hmare golden maknae toh jungkook bhaiya hai na....??"

Everyone watching her like what she's saying again.... Then she realized....

She giggled....," sorry.... I mean jungkook bhaiya is our golden maknae....right....?? So why you're giving me his title....??"

Then jungkook and taehyung went and hugged her together with love and adoration....

"But you're 2 year younger than me.... And you're even more multi talented than me...." Jungkook said voice soft and with full of love and affection,"so you deserve to be called golden maknae...." He further grinned mischievously, "as you're now officially part of our group with full of talent.... Now you're mine golden maknae..... That too premium version...." He giggled

As the evening settled, something shifted.
Not announced. Not discussed. But felt.
They didn’t stand apart from her anymore.
They sat close. They translated for her.
They slowed down when speaking.
Without realizing it, BTS had already done it. They had claimed her permanently .

RM stood eventually, raising a glass.
“To thirteen years,” he said.
“And to the girl who walked with us quietly from day one.”

Jin added, smiling warmly,
“Our only baby sister.”

Jungkook raised his glass higher.
“Our secret eighth member.”

Y/N laughed, tears in her eyes again.
“To all my bhaiyas,” she whispered.

Different languages. Same meaning.
Same family.

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