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Although the pounding in his head leaves a faint memory of the events which took place last night, he remembers Namjoon hugging him. His hugs feel like home, he quietly muses as he gets out of his bed to head to the living room/dining room. As he sneaks out without making a sound, he catches a glimpse of Jungkook cuddled happily with his pillow as Taehyung has a leg thrown around him. Hoseok snores soundly as Jimin's face is pressed against his pillow. If it weren't for the rising of his chest, Yoongi would suspect him of being dead. The light from the kitchen told Yoongi that Jin, the only member missing from his bed, was cooking breakfast.

He wrapped his arm around him in a pathetic attempt to imitate Nmajoon's hug, the cold floor under his bare feet sending shivers down his spine. The temperature had dropped quite a bit, signaling winter was cold. Yoongi had a love-hate relationship with the cold. It gave him excuses to wrap himself around with thousands of blankets and lay in bed all day but on the other hand, it reminded him of the cold void he felt in his chest, the freezing chill of utter isolation and a constant state of sadness that the cold bought with it.

Yoongi peeked into the kitchen where Seokjin stood in front of the toaster, yawning as he opened the jar of jam. He stretched a bit, placing the jar down; before spotting Yoongi out of the corner of his eye.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah. Good morning."

He gave Yoongi a genuine smile, before moving towards the sink and grabbing a glass. He filled it to the brink with tap water before handing it to Yoongi. He insisted all the members drink a glass of water every morning when they wake up in order to hydrate their skin and clear all the acne. In his own ways, Seokjin lived up to the title of the oldest hyung. Making sure they all had full stomachs before a long day, drank enough water to keep hydrated while also managing to save money ("tap water is cheaper than regular water, jimin so you better drink up before I shove it down your throat") so they can afford cheat days sometimes. He was smarter than all of them in that way. Yoongi really admired that about him, how he always seemed to be so much in control of his emotions and how he could act so foolish to joke around with the younger ones while also having a mature mind.

He drank up the water given to him, filling his empty stomach immediately. His eyes watching his hyung carefully, who remained oblivious to the staring. By the time Yoongi was done finishing his water and washing the glass, Seokjin was already handing him a plate with toast and blueberry jam they recently bought at a nearby convenience store.

He took the plate wordlessly, before swiftly exiting the room. He wasn't hungry, his stomach already kind of heavy due to the water he just gulped down. He'd just loiter around until one of the members woke up and sneak of his toasts onto their plates. Normally, they were either too sleepy or hungry to really notice his tiny trick.

Fortunately for him, Jungkook came stumbling into the room shortly after he took a seat at the couch. He raised his plate up slightly, signaling jungkook to grab one of the slices, which he did in a docile manner. His cheeks were puffy and his hair was a fluffy mess, he truly looked like a bunny as he nibbled on his toast. Yoongi let out a small chuckle at the thought, before placing the plate in front of him and disappearing into the toilet.

He locked the toilet, catching a glimpse of himself. Slowly, he turned to look at himself properly. His hair stuck out slightly from the beanie he had put on right before getting out of bed. His cheeks were flushed red, a very thin layer of fat coating them. His cat-like eyes looked smaller due to being puffed up, his pale skin contrasting against his black pajamas. His hands fumbled slightly, putting on the studs as he kept eye-contact with himself. He could make out the slight red-ish tint his eyes had, a signal that he had been sobbing a few hours ago. As his veiny hands moved on their own, washing his face, his mind seemed to have drifted off to limbo.

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