You woke up in the early hours of the morning, your face puffy from crying and your chest constricted with sadness. You had disappointed Seokjin - and you didn't want him to be upset with you. You crawled out of the bed and stopped by the bathroom, splashing water on your face and arranging your hair.
You wanted to make it up to him, so you headed down to the kitchen. You looked into the cabinets and got to work. It was early and you worked quietly but you glanced up when you heard movement to see Yoongi shuffling into the kitchen sleepily. You smiled at him as he yawned and rubbed his eye, crossing the room to where you stood at the stove and leaning against your back. He tucked his chin on your shoulder and watched your hands working for a moment.
"I woke up an the room was empty," he murmured, his voice deep and scratchy.
"Sorry Yoongi," you replied.
"It's okay, I just wanted to find you. You were already asleep when I came to bed. Where's Seokjin?" He asked.
You pouted.
"He said he would sleep in Jimin's room."
Yoongi nodded.
"He's mad at me so I'm making breakfast," you said.
"I see. Good plan, Seokjin loves when people cook for him," he murmured.
"It's almost done, will you watch it while I go wake him up?" You asked.
He nodded.
"If I can have a morning kiss," he said, a shy smile playing on his lips.
You grinned back and leaned in, lightly brushing your lips over his.
"Mm sweet kisses from my sweet girl," he murmured, opening his eyes slowly and looking happily at you.
You giggled and turned to go find Jimin's room. You hadn't been in it before, so you blinked in surprise when you pushed the door open and looked around. It seemed to be in two halves - one side was that of a normal guy his age - messy bed, clothes littering the area, a desk with a chair and a laptop - but the other side was for his little self. There was a beanbag chair and a scattering of stuffed animals next to a bookshelf.
The top shelves had more normal books and items, but the bottom half was full of picture books and coloring books and toys. You smiled fondly at all of it, but turned your attention to the bed. Seokjin was in it, the blankets pulled up to his nose, his hair soft and messy sticking out the top. You didn't know where Jimin was. You padded across the room and lifted the blanket, slipping into the bed next to Seokjin and scooting up close to him. He began to stir, his eyelids fluttering and you chewed your lip nervously, waiting for him to open them.
"Good morning baby girl," he mumbled, his eyes still shut lightly as he slipped an arm around your waist and tugged you to him.
"Did you sleep well?"
"No oppa, I was sad," you whispered.
"Hm, did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes," you breathed.
Then you bravely tapped his broad chest, getting him to finally open his eyes and focus on you.
"Hi oppa," you breathed when his eyes found yours.
"Hello beautiful," he replied, smiling lightly.
You blushed.
"I made you breakfast," you whispered.
"You did?"
"Yes." He smiled at you.
"That's so nice of you baby."
