The Follower (BTSxYoongi)

9 - Breakfast with BTS

Yoongi pov

The laughter could be heard ringing around the apartment as Jimin and I finally made it to the kitchen. He seemed to have forgotten that my hand was still in his. Still pulling me along to the door to the kitchen. And the sight that greeted us was both adorable and hilarious. The perfect way to describe BTS.

Taehyung was sitting at the table, just staring off into space with a happy look on his face. Jungkook had sleepily snuggled his head onto his shoulder. He was actually almost fully on top of Taehyung, with his arms wrapped around Taehyung's waist lightly and his face just stuffed into his neck. It looked like the cute bunny still hadn't woken up yet. And still wanted cuddles.

I couldn't help but blush as I thought of him wanting cuddles. He was honestly so cute but yet very hot. Very, very hot. If you had ever seen him on stage then you knew exactly what I meant. What I meant about all of them. I mean how on earth do they do that? It's like a switch, one second they'll be so cute and just making your heart melt and the next second they'll be doing their hip thrusts and staring you down that will make you all hot and bothered. I honestly don't know understand how any ARMY has ever handled that. Like I really felt for that ARMY who got stared down by Taehyung. If that had been me I would have died on the spot.

But anyway, enough about thinking how cute and hot they are at the same time. Jimin was raising an eyebrow at my cheeks. Let's just say I could feel the heat radiating off of them.

While Taehyung and Jungkook were being completely adorable, and yet relaxing, Hoseok was on the other side of the oak topped island. He had a knife in his hand, cutting up the tomatoes into small pieces, with a bag of spinach just left to the side of him. He was gently humming to the music that was on in the background and swaying his hips from side to side. Nodding his head up and down as he rhythmically cut the tomatoes to the beat of the music. He looked like he was in his own world. Far away. Just following the words as they flowed along the beats of the music. It was a beautiful sight and filled my heart with a lovely warmth.

However, the next part of BTS just made me have to keep in my laughs and giggles. Which shouldn't be too hard, but I was finding that these guys could easily break me. Break through my facade. The facade that I had built up over years and years. Built up so that no one would ever know what I was thinking and yet here they were, easily making me laugh and smile. They were breaking me. And that was a very scary thought.

But the thing that made me press my lips tightly together, was what Jin and Namjoon were doing. Jin was trying to whisk some eggs together peacefully to make omelettes, I think. He was just leaning against the counter top with one arm lying on the table as the other one whisked in light circles. His black hair was tousled on top of his head, like he hadn't fully brushed out all the knots. I just wanted to run my hand through his hair and tease out the knots gently. I wondered how soft his hair would be. Probably as soft as silk.

I swear to the gods that he never looks bad. He had most likely only just woken up and was looking like he had been awake for hours. He had clear skin and bright eyes as they stared at Namjoon. His pink lips were moving in rapid fire as he listed the many reasons to Namjoon of why he wasn't allowed to touch anything in the kitchen.

And then there was Namjoon. He was standing just behind Jin with a slight pout on his lips as he tilted his head down a bit. He seemed to be upset that Jin wouldn't let him anywhere near the oven and stove. His brown hair was also roughed up, but in a way that showed he ran his hand through it a lot.

When we finally entered into the kitchen, Taehyung seemed to bounce in his seat as he saw us come in, managing to shake a still sleepy Jungkook. Although Jungkook, when he saw me, turned away with what looked like pink on his cheeks. He hid his head in Teahyung's neck even with the bouncing movement. I wonder why he wasn't looking at me. It seemed like he was embarrassed. Oh wait. He was probably embarrassed about this morning. Well I hope it passes soon, I wanted him to feel comfortable around me. To be happy around me. I wanted all of them to be comfortable and happy around me.