Three am

3 am

Three am, Seokjin was suddenly woken up by a sound crashing and if he had to guess it was glass broken to pieces, sharp sounds that echo through the dark. He woke up and found no one in the other bed across the room, his brow furrowed and eyes squinted as his eyes turns and see light entering from the somewhat slightly opened door. He hears voices, muttering and shouts and worst, cursing a lot like hell. He forced himself to get up and hurriedly entered the other part of the dorm, the living room, and saw six boys with unpleasant expressions, broken plates on a broken laptop, and it wasn’t just a laptop, it was Yoongi’s laptop.

What in the world happened?

He caught Yoongi, the shortest tempered person who should not be pissed in three o’ clock in the morning but then again, he looks like he is pissed. Taehyung and Jungkook look like they were pissed, well everyone looks pissed. What the fcking hell even happened? Seokjin thought.  Namjoon looks like has been forced to break the groups apart before they could rip each other’s throat.

Seokjin fakes a cough and the group finally notices their tired hyung with a serious expression, the one Seokjin gives like a mother looking for her children’s explanation. Eyes unintentionally squinted, lips pressed into a hard line and arms crossed on his chest. Namjoon sighs and quietly thanked the heavens for the eldest’s presence but the blond also feels guilty, having to wake up earlier than before and had to witness a brawl almost happening inside the dorm.

“ Guys, it’s three in the morning, what are you all doing here and why do I see a shattered plate? “ Seokjin says not too harsh, he was still sleepy and his voice was softer than a pillow, the opposite of how his face looks like.

Yoongi, who usually softens or apologize on the misunderstanding, scoffs and rolls his eyes of Seokjin making Taehyung step forward with a growl. Namjoon was already stressed and now his members fighting in front of him in the middle of their rest for their month’s gruelling schedule is ticking him off, he could blow at any moment but Yoongi was being a btch.

“ Yoongi hyung! “ Namjoon shouts at this point, he can’t tolerate the shorts man temper and early mood swings anymore.

“ Whatever Namjoon. Stop playing mediator, it makes me sick “ Yoongi was over the line now, the mint haired man wasn’t really in the mood for drama. He was composing his track and verse when Jungkook and Taehyung came crashing their plates with cakes and jams on his laptop and now it was dead. The maknae’s who only wants to grab a midnight snack although forbidden for them to eat such gluttonous food, rushes to let no one know but after hearing footsteps heading towards their direction, Taehyung manage to fcked up and dashed without looking, only to collide with Yoongi and ruined his work, which he stressed for two weeks straight.

“ Hyung, they didn’t mean to do that “ Jimin puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, his one of the people Yoongi has a soft spot with but the mint-colour haired man slaps his hand harshly and Hoseok pulled Jimin to his side. Jimin looked stunned, Taehyung moves to his best friend’s side as Jungkook follows and both held his hand that was slightly redden.

“ Hyung, you’ve gone too far. “Hoseok was a bit angry, he tries not to show it but his voice opposed.

Seokjin had seen a bit too much and the atmosphere has been too thick for comfort. “ All right everyone, go back to your rooms! “ Seokjin claps his hands and Jungkook flinched from the loudness of Seokjin’s voice, the eldest doesn’t really want to see the six of them fight in the middle of their promotion. The tension would be too thick, and the fans might notice something fishy.

Jungkook worries for his hyung, Seokjin sleeps in the same room as Yoongi, he was about to protest when Seokjin suddenly pushed them each to their doors with a tired smile in his face. Namjoon didn’t need to let his hyung tire himself out and told Jungkook and Hoseok to rest before entering his shared room leaving Seokjin with a pissed Yoongi.