𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

27

My phone buzzed wildly against the nightstand, and it was enough to wake me up. I tossed an arm out from the white covers and grabbed it, cracking one eye open to read the contact. I squinted in confusion before sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Yoongi hyung good morning, "I croaked out, trying to speak as clearly as I could through my morning voice.

"Good morning Taehyung. I'm just calling to let you know that practice is cancelled today." I sat upright, covers pooling in my lap as I held the phone to my ear. Cancelled again? I wonder if Yoongi's okay or not.

"Okay hyung..." I cleared my throat, hesitant about asking if he was okay. But I mean, we are friends, right? So maybe it wouldn't be an invasion of privacy. "Are you doing well?" I breathed out, half regretting actually asking.

The other end of the line was silent for a few moments, before there was the low murmur of another voice, followed by Yoongi's soft chuckle. "I'm okay I promise. I just have personal things to attend to today. Practice should resume tomorrow."

I sighed. He totally blew off the question, and I could tell. Not wanting to pry though, I gave up my efforts and smiled in hopes of it making my voice sound sweeter. "Okay hyung sounds good to me! I'll let you go though, I'm gonna go rest some more."

With the closure of the call, I set my phone back down on the wooden nightstand before falling back into the warm embrace of the comforter. I slipped myself back beneath it and turned over on my side, peering at Namjoon as he slept.

"I'm gonna spend a whole day with you, whether you like it or not," I whispered inwardly, grinning to myself as I delicately brushed some of his silver hair from his eyes. He hummed where he lied as he brought his arm around me, pulling me closer.

I nestled into his embrace, content with the world at the moment. Today, things would feel like the old days, and I couldn't be more excited.

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I had drifted off to sleep for a couple more hours but was rudely awoken again. The sunlight streamed through the open curtains, right onto my face, yet that wasn't the main factor that woke me up. In the living room I could hear soft cries, and I pushed myself out of bed quickly to check on who they came from.

I strode down the hallway, caressing my fingers against the wall to balance myself. The world was hazy since I'd just woken up, but I tried my best to shrug it off as I approached the crying. Once I made it to the end of the hall, I glanced sheepishly toward the couch. A head of dark, ravenette hair was buried into Jimin's chest. The ravenette engulfed the elder almost completely, and all I could make of Jimin's figure was his wavy blond hair and small hands on the other's back.

I quickly approached the two, and once I saw the pajamas with the bunnies on them, I knew that was Jungkook lying against Jimin. The haze in my head cleared as I grasped the heat of the situation. I sat down on the other side of the couch, lifting Jungkook off of Jimin and bringing him into my chest.

"Oh my god Kook what's wrong? Jimin what happened?" I asked softly, looking between the two. Jimin pointed toward the two suitcases and backpack by the door, and instantly my gut knotted tightly.

"Jungkook look at me," I placed my thumb beneath his chin, lifting it to meet his puffy, red eyes. I wiped away his tears with my fingers and tilted my head, smiling sadly. "Do you need a place to stay?"

The dark haired boy nodded his head before slipping his chin onto my shoulder and hitching out a soft 'thank you'. I mouthed to Jimin to wake up Namjoon, and watched as the smaller fled down the hallway.

I brushed my fingers gently about Jungkook's hair, trying to soothe him best I could. I knew ultimately though that Jungkook was closer to Namjoon, so hopefully he could help the younger to calm down.

In a short matter of time, Namjoon came down the hallway, his hair messy and his glasses crooked on his face. He approached where we sat with open arms, with which he scooped the younger into his grasp as he sat down on the sofa. I stood to give them some privacy, and grabbed Jungkook's baggage and brought it into Jimin's room.

The blond came into the room, closing the door behind us with a somber expression. I peered at him, frown evident against my cheek as well. "What happened?" I folded my arms, leaning against the wall with one hip.

"Jungkook's parents quit supporting him, and his job at the cafe wasn't enough to afford the bills. So he tried to talk it through with his landlord but I guess they ended up evicting him." Jimin pursed his lips, trying to hold back tears, "He had me pick him up earlier. So, here we are now." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. We never get a calm day around here in Seoul.

"Well, are you okay with sharing a room with him?" I huffed out, thinking over how we'd manage having a fourth in our apartment. Jimin nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder to gain my attention.

"I promise I'll pitch in for what he can't make up. We'll be okay Taetae," The boy flashed an exuberant smile, the one where his eyes are closed. My favorite expression to see on him.

I felt my own expression soften as I smiled, "Thanks Jimin. What would I do without you?" I moved forward, clutching the smaller tightly in my arms. I inhaled the sweet honey scent of his hair and pondered what shampoo he was using. Did we have honey shampoo? Why wasn't I aware?

As I pulled away, I held the elder at arm's length, observing him. Through the collar of his shirt peeked red marks, and I raised a brow. "So you never did tell me where you were the other morning... Were you out with somebody?"

Jimin's face flushed a bright red as he opened his eyes wide in shock. I laughed at his reaction and quickly pulled down the side of his hoodie, revealing hickies and marks alike. I poked at one, causing the boy to shove my hands away harshly and step back in defense.

"Jimin tell me!! We're best friends. Please, I promise I won't tell anyone." I extended out my pinkie toward the blond and he sighed, clasping his own around mine. I could tell he was reluctant, but I was nosy and there was no better time than now to get answers.