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Minjun stirred slightly at the distant sounds of footsteps and idle chatter, the rhythm of their voices cutting through the thick, warm cocoon of relaxation that held him. Despite the temptation to open his eyes, he let himself remain still, his body heavy with a soothing weariness. He could feel the firm softness beneath him, the comfortable weight of Seokjin's arm still loosely draped around his shoulders. Minjun wanted to pull away, to create some distance between himself and the elder's embrace, but there was an undeniable pull to stay put, to listen.
"Damn," a voice nearby cackled, drawing his attention. "He looks comfortable."
Minjun's eyelids fluttered in response to the sound but didn't fully open.
"He fell asleep watching a show," Seokjin's voice followed, low and deep, the timbre of it curling around Minjun's senses like a melody. There was a weariness in the elder's tone, a slight echo of fatigue from the day's trials. "Anyway, how did it go?"
"As expected," came the refined voice of Namjoon, calm and measured. "They handed over two million, and we agreed to forget what happened. But I don't understand why so many people keep testing us like this."
Minjun's body stiffened ever so slightly at the mention of the money, but he stayed silent, listening. He could feel the vibrations of Namjoon's voice, the weight of their conversation, but for now, he chose to stay still and out of sight.
There was a shift beside him as someone else settled onto the couch. Minjun felt the slight pressure on his leg as the person's weight adjusted. A warm, broad hand landed gently on his lower leg, and a familiar thumb began a soothing, rhythmic motion on his sweatpants. The sensation felt like a subtle anchor to reality, the gentle touch grounding him.
His heart beat a little faster, but he didn't stir.
After a long moment, Minjun allowed himself to open his eyes, blinking lazily as if just waking up. He stretched, his limbs slow and unhurried, giving the illusion of someone roused from a deep slumber. He pushed himself upright with a soft sigh, brushing the sleep from his thoughts, his eyes still heavy with fatigue.
Turning sluggishly to the person beside him, he tried to speak. "Hey, how was your day with Seokjin?"
As Minjun spoke, his eyes met the man beside him. He froze for a moment, an uncomfortable warmth flooding his cheeks when he realized he couldn't quite place the man's name. The confusion furrowed his brows, and he gave a small, embarrassed shake of his head.
"It's rude to ignore him, as—"
"Shut it, Jungkook. The kid's thinking."
Minjun's cheeks deepened in color as he stammered, still flustered. "So-sorry... I, uh, I can't remember your n-name..."
"My name is Kim Taehyung," the man said with a bright, playful grin, his eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous gleam. Without hesitation, Taehyung pointed to each person around the room with a casual flourish. "That's Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, and you're Ahn Minjun."
