Written by JJ
HOSEOK POV
"Yoongi, I swear to God if you've stolen my underwear again..." I hear our Maknae's voice reverberate from the other end of the dorm. Based on the crisp echo which accompanied his holler, I suspected he was in the bathroom.
I run a hand through my recently re-dyed berry-red hair, drowsy and droopy-eyed. Pensively, I stole another gulp from my coffee - black with two sugars- resting against the kitchen counter, feet propped out behind me like support beams, surveying our dorm.
The air fizzled with a different type of energy this morning, a vibrating glow accompanying everyone's demeanour as they bustled around the normally outstandingly lax environment of our group dorm.
The reason for this was that our comeback had been last night. After an agonisingly strenuous, not to mention demanding, almost nine months, we had finally given our ARMYs what they had been anxiously anticipating. Last night's release had been a rush- of emotions, of strength (or the lack thereof)- and this morning wasn't like any usual post-comeback.
No, unlike previous album disclosures wherein the dorm was in a mood of repose, relieved after all our hard work had paid off, the vibe buzzed with uncontainable buoyancy, more so than I could usually distribute. If anything, I was the only one who seemed to feel any semblance of lassitude, one of the many repercussions which came from a plethora of gruelling dance practises and performances.
"Yah!" Yoongi storms through the kitchen space, entering my field of view for a few brief moments, his hair nothing but a pale blue streak, before being obscured behind a corner, which hallway led to the shared bathroom. "You punk, I'm your senior! Use honorifics!" A moment's pause. "And it was only one time!"
"Don't think I don't see your teddy bear boxers, hyung!" Jungkook taunts through the other side of the door, but obliges to his elder's request and is more respectful with his words.
"Don't think I don't see your iron man ones!" Yoongi fires back, not missing a beat.
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at their childish behaviour; Jungkook always had a knack for provoking a reaction out of the hyung line. More often than not eliciting their playful personalities, however deeply hidden, especially in Yoongi's case.
"Hyung, stop shouting! It's hurting my ears!" I hear a slightly deeper voice eliciting from the bathroom, and I almost snort out the coffee I had just practically inhaled. It seems as if Taehyung has decided to join one of us in the shower again. Namely, our maknae.
"Taehyung, why are you in the shower with Jungkook again?" I hear Yoongi's slightly exasperated voice, and can almost see his shoulders sagging with the weariness of dealing with our two youngest yet again.
"Because it saves water?" Taehyung states it as a question, and this is when I choose the moment to set down my half-finished cup of coffee and step over haphazardly thrown garments (which I suspected either only Seokjin or Yoongi hyung would be bothered to pick up later) to assess the situation.
"Yoongi hyung, it's just harmless fun," I laugh, donning the happy facade I had augmented for myself.
"That's what I'm worried about," Yoongi grumbles, but shoots me a small grin. He then claps me on the shoulder, startling me. Usually, Yoongi is not one to initiate skinship.
"You ok, man?" his words surprise me, although they shouldn't. Yoongi had always been the more 'quiet but observant' type, and unfailingly seemed to notice whenever one of us was ever just slightly off.
We had all grown closer as a group since debut, yet I felt as if I had grown the closest to our 'cold-hearted' and 'stone-like' Min Yoongi. I admired him as my hyung, and as an artist. His talent couldn't go unnoticed, and we all looked up to him. While he could have his serious 'I'm a rock now don't disturb me and if you do I'll murder you with words' moments, he also had his 'I am choosing to behave like a little kid because I want to and no one can judge me because I am being hilarious and cute right now' moments as well.
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