- Minho (19 years old)
- Changbin (18 years old)
- Hyunjin (17 years old)
- Jisung and Felix (twins 16 years old)
- Seungmin (15 years old)
- Jeongin (14 years old)
- iris (3 years old)
Chan is your single dad, your mom left him after you were born.
So Chan had to raise eight kids all by himself.
yours is a noisy family, all boys and older than you, you are the only girl.
The house was unusually quiet. A slow, warm summer morning, where everyone seemed to be doing their own thing: Hyunjin was in his room with music playing softly, Felix was somewhere in the kitchen humming, and Chan was tucked away in his studio, headphones on, focused on his work.
You, however, had other plans. You remembered the box.
The one Felix brought home last night with a proud smile: a dozen soft, sugary donuts, their glaze sparkling under the kitchen light.
And now, it was just sitting there on the table. All alone.
So, with tiny determined steps, you climbed onto the chair, leaned over, and pulled the box toward you. The lid creaked open. A puff of sugary air hit your face. Your eyes sparkled.
One bite. Then another. Then a whole donut. Then two.
You kept going, lips coated in sugar, hands sticky, eyes full of joy. You even tried licking your nose to clean off the powder , it didn’t work.
You were reaching for another when a shadow fell over you.
You froze. Slowly turning your head, you saw him.
Chan. Standing with his hands on his hips, one eyebrow arched high.
Behind him, Felix peeked around the corner holding a napkin, and definitely trying not to laugh.
*“How many did you eat?” *
Chan asked, voice stern but calm.
You looked down at your hands, then slowly held up five fingers. A quiet, shaky little confession.
Chan looked at the box. Then back at you.
“There are seven missing.”
Your eyes widened. Then, hesitantly:
“…Maybe… two were tiny?”
Felix couldn’t hold back ,he burst into laughter. Chan covered his mouth with a hand, shaking his head.
Finally, he scooped you into his arms with a dramatic sigh:
“You had a better breakfast than any of us, you little donut thief.”
As he carried you away from the scene of the crime, you left behind a trail of sugar… and one lonely half-eaten donut.