Love Yourself: Suga | The Last

Nineteen

~*Hana*~

It's the sound of banging that wakes me up in the morning. I roll over to grab my phone, squinting at the time as I hold it in front of my half-opened gaze. 8:37am. I have to be at work by 11 am today. I roll over, shutting my eyes again. I've got time.

Another loud thud hits from beyond the wall on my right. I groan, throwing the blanket off of me. I won't be falling back to sleep anytime soon with the noise.

I grab a jacket and sling it on, putting the hood up to cover half of my face. I shove my hands in the pockets, making sure to hide my wrists.

When I open the bedroom door I have to immediately take a step back as a running Taehyung bursts past me. He's got an armful of clothes and he glances at me.

A big bright smile beams at me as he rushes past. "Morning, Hana! Bye, Hana!" He cheers then disappears around the corner of the hallway. A stray sock is left in the hallway and I watch as a hand reaches out to grab it before pulling away again.

"What the hell?" I mumble, rubbing a hand against my eyes. I glance to my right and notice Jungkook's door is wide open. I walk over and peer in.

I see a wild-haired Jungkook in the middle of the room, a couple suitcases spread open. He looks as half awake as me. He's busy matching socks, a task that somehow looks way more difficult when he's doing it.

I knock on the door and he looks up. "What is making all the noise?" I grumble, trying to force back a yawn.

He points behind him. I have to walk in before I can see what he's pointing to. A pile of trophies are littered on the floor, a pillow beside it. A game console is also on the ground, broken looking.

"V tackled me and started hitting me with my pillow," Jungkook explained like it was the simplest concept in the world.

"Now this is going to sound like a stupid question," I start, "but why?"

Jungkook looks up at me, sighing as he puts down one black sock and one blue sock that he was trying to match. "Because I said I'd wake up before him. And he said that if I didn't, he'd get to wake me up however he wanted."

"So throwing your stuff on the floor..."

"No, he jumped on me and started flailing on me with a pillow. I shoved him off and then he knocked into my cabinet. Which then caused an avalanche of things to fall," Jungkook explained in one breath.

I groan, dropping my head into one of my hands. "Boys are so weird," I mutter into my palm.

The sound of running comes back and suddenly Taehyung is at the doorway again. "You're still on the ground?! Get up!" He yells, marching over to Jungkook. He grunts as he tries to pick up Jungkook who was obviously enjoying making Tae's life harder.

I watch as Jungkook slithers out of Tae's hold until he's laying on the ground face down. He reaches an arm out and scoops all of his loose socks up, pushing them so they're all under him. He reminds me of that hungry hippo game.

Tae puts his hands on his hips, looking down at the boy. "Hurry up! I want to eat breakfast before we leave. Jin hyung made some pancakes!"

Jungkook groans into the ground, waving an invisible flag of surrender. "Why do socks even need to match? Not like anyone's going to see them!" He complains into the carpet.

"But I'm going to see them every time you take your shoes off," Tae counters. Jungkook groans into the floor.

I hear another loud banging echo through the building for a couple seconds before there's loud shouting and the noise shuts off. Taehyung, Jungkook and I look at each other briefly before shrugging. Not our business.