Monday, 21/03/22
I wake up the next morning feeling groggy and with a splitting headache. My eyes feel heavy and irritated, and my throat is parched. I must’ve slept too long.
I need to get up and make breakfast for everyone. That thought is followed by the feeling of two bodies on my sides.
I look down at the head on my right pec and I’m met with Jimin’s bubblegum pink hair. On my right pec is Jungkook’s black head of hair.
They’re both sound asleep on my chest, their foreheads pressed together and their hands interlocked on my tummy.
I smile down at their cuteness, my heart expanding impossibly at how utterly adorable they look right now. Even though my shirt feels wet at some spots from their drool, I still find this extremely cute.
My head falls back on my pillow after watching them sleep for a few more seconds.
It pops back up when I hear a grunt from my couch, and when I carefully sit up to investigate, I’m surprised to see Namjoon and Taehyung cuddled there.
When I scan the room, my eyes land on Yoongi on my armchair with Hoseok curled on his lap.
Did we all sleep in my room last night.
I feel really groggy and maybe that, plus the headache that is still splitting my skull in half, is a hangover.
Did we get wasted and have an orgy last night?
That would be so cool but I would want to remember that. Maybe I drank too much and forgot a whole orgy.
The guys are dressed in the clothes from yesterday still. Why didn’t they take some of my sweatpants to change into?
We must’ve been really drunk then.
JUNGKOOK
When I finally wake up enough to perceive my surroundings, I realize that I’m not in the arms I fell asleep in last night.
I am instead in Jimin’s arms and he’s clutching me like I’m one of those huge teddy bears.
It’s really nice and I could fall asleep again but Jin missing from the bed makes me snap out of it. I lift my head slightly and scan the room for him but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Where did he go?
I try to get up as carefully as I can so I don’t wake Jimin but it doesn’t work. He shifts slightly in his sleep, a small whimper leaving his lips, before his beautiful eyes flutter open by a little bit.
When his eyes finally open fully, I immediately recognize the look in them. He slipped and he is not happy right now.
He looks around for a second before looking up at me again, his eyes brimming with tears and his bottom lip jutting out, “Where did Seokie go?” He asks in a tiny, cracking voice.
I panic because I do not know how to take care of him when he slips and Yoongi is still sleeping.
My mouth opens and closes over and over again because I don’t know where Jin is but if I tell him that, he’ll get even more upset and I’ll be in deep shit.
His bottom lip is already quivering slightly while I still probably look like a fish out of water.
“uh uhm, Jin. Jin is in the bathroom, baby.” I try to tell him a little lie but my voice is so high I almost cringe outwardly.
Fuck, I suck at this. Nope! Yoongi needs to get the fuck up.
I look away from Jimin’s pouty face and look towards the armchair Yoongi is sleeping in. That cannot be comfortable to sleep in. Not alone or with a grown man on your lap.
“Uh.. Yoongi!” I call out to him but he doesn’t so much as stir.
“YOONGI!” I call louder this time because we have a problem and they need to get up anyway.
Yoongi wakes with a start, waking Hoseok in the process. On the couch, the same thing happens so now everyone is up. Good.
“What is it, darling?” Yoongi asks in his husky morning voice that, along with the endearment, cause a million butterflies to flutter in my stomach and a blush to heat my cheeks.
“uh.. yeah, Jin is gone and Jimin slipped.” I inform them after I’ve awkwardly cleared my throat. What I say seems to get every one of them up and on high alert instantly.
Yoongi and Hoseok both come over to the bed and start doing the caretaker things on Jimin. I don’t know how they calm him down so quickly when I failed so dismally.
Taehyung and Namjoon leave the room. Probably to look for Jin in the house.
I’m left sitting there, zoned out and staring at the door with no real thoughts in my mind.
I don’t really do well with stressful situations either, and last night was one of the most stressful nights of my life.
That’s saying a lot when you grew up with neglectful parents. They might’ve looked like the best parents when in public but they were shit at home.
They didn’t mistreat me by any means but they did leave me on my own a lot when I was growing up.
They like traveling and so when they went on their trips, I had to stay at home on my own.
The longest they left for was when I was nine and they were going to the Bahamas for a whole month.
They left me with no babysitter because paying for one wasn’t included on their budget.
It wasn’t that big of a deal to me because I had stayed at home alone before, just not that long and I can admit it was stressful at times.
Suddenly, I feel a hand brushing my hair with another stroking my cheek tenderly.
When I finally snap back to reality, I see Hobi in front of me, blocking the door I thought I was looking at.
His expression shows concern and his lips are pressed in a thin line. His eyes are alternate between both of mine when he asks, “are you okay, baby?”
I look at him for a few seconds before I nod and force a smile on my face. He can see through me but doesn’t say anything. At least for now.
He pulls his hand from my hair and I pout unconsciously. I love having my hair rubbed.
He smiles at me, even though it doesn’t reach his eyes, and puts his hand out towards me in silent encouragement for me to get out of bed.
I finally do and he pulls me towards the bathroom where Jimin and Yoongi are coming from.
Jimin has calmed down slightly but, with the way he is clutching to Yoongi and his body language, I can assume he hasn’t slipped back yet.
We all get out of bed and after brushing our teeth, we head downstairs to see what’s happening.
I can’t conceal the surprise on my face when I see Jin happily cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
He’s humming under his breath and has a happy smile on his face like yesterday’s events didn’t even happen.
I’m so confused and when I look at the other guys in the kitchen, their expressions mirror my own.
What’s happening?
I look at Namjoon and he sees the question in my eyes but shrugs. He doesn’t know either then.
“Okay, I hope you boys are hungry because breakfast is ready.” Jin announces jovially.
He turns around and looks at each of us, his smile faltering slightly at the looks of worry and confusion he’s getting. Confusion is on his face too when he asks, “uh, guys? What’s wrong?”
Uhm, what?
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Fanfiction(EDITING- Storyline changes a lot) This is a polyamorous story between all the members of bts. It's gay. It's smutty. It's angsty. And it's fluffy. 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 It's my first book so it's obviously cringy.
