For You

* Chapter Sixteen

The first thing that popped into Yoongi's head when he stumbled into the kitchen at midday, too tired to function and the smallest headache prodding him was, our kitchen is too small. On a good day, the four roommates could barely fit. Now with Hoseok and Jimin awake and sitting at the table, looking like utter shit, Yoongi came to realise how small it actually was. Jimin glared at Yoongi. His eyes followed Yoongi as he padded over to the coffee machine and switched it on. Hoseok didn't lift his head up. He was too busy sleeping on the Winnie the Pooh placemat Yoongi had bought years ago. He couldn't stop the huge smile that crossed his face. He's so cute.

'If you fucking drop that cereal, Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend will be short of an employee.' Jin warned, waving the egg flipper at Taehyung who was rolling his eyes. He sat on the counter, eating a bowl of fruit loops while swinging his legs. The bowl was perched in the palm of his hand, resting cautiously. The other hand held the spoon. Even Yoongi was worried. He could just picture Taehyung moving the wrong way and the bowl tumbling to the floor with a clatter. Taehyung would be forced to clean the mess up so he wasn't that worried about it. He was more concerned about the bowl since it was one of the good ones.

At that moment Jungkook stumbled over, hand to his temples tightly. He so fucking hungover that he could barely think and pressed a sloppy kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. Taehyung hummed and let out a small giggle.

'Someone fucking get me aspirin. I'm never drinking again.' The youngest whined, clutching his head. Taehyung smiled sympathetically and fed him a spoonful of colourful rings. It seemed to help cheer Jungkook up the slightest bit.

The makeshift prom had ended at around midnight. Yugyeom and Chaeyoung (who thankfully hadn't had as much to drink as Yoongi thought) called Yugyeom's mum and went home on their own decision. When she'd arrived, Yoongi was a bit worried about the two graduates since they were still technically underage. He was worried about Yugyeom's mum snapping at them for getting her son and niece drunk. Thankfully, she nodded at Yoongi with a small smile before marching off with the kids. She didn't seem too mad at anyone but her tight-lipped smile at her children said otherwise. Yoongi hoped they weren't going to get in too much trouble.

Namjoon wasn't so willing to go home though. He'd wanted to stay with Jin. He kept arguing and clinging to his boyfriend. It didn't help the situation when Jin had encouraged Namjoon's behaviour with coos and kisses that made Yoongi want to throw up on them both. Eventually, Namjoon had called a taxi and Namjoon had agreed to go home after a bribery of kisses.

('Joon, next time you can stay over.'

'Fair enough. But still. I want to stay tonight.'

'Go home. I'll speak to you tomorrow, okay?')

And Taemin refused to go back to his apartment. Instead, he crashed on one of the couches in the lounge room with Jimin. Thankfully, for Jimin's sake, he kept away from the younger male and pretty much fell into a slumber the moment he fell face first onto the couch. Jimin, still sceptical about Taemin's behaviour, slept awkwardly on the other couch, curled up.

'So, who else feels like there's a little Jimin banging on their skull?' Taemin groaned as he stumbled into the kitchen, clutching his forehead. His eyes were screwed shut. Jimin reached over and smacked him, causing another round of pure agony to shoot through Taemin. He howled, clutching his hair tighter. Jin chuckled, shoulders shaking.

'How the fuck are you not hungover? You drank so much last night.' Yoongi commented.

'I didn't drink as much as you thought I did,' Jin answered, flipping more pancakes onto the plate. The smell had completely wafted through the house and Yoongi couldn't stop sniffing it. 'I had a few spread out over the hours. More concerned with Joon and making sure the rest of you children weren't going to die.' Utter bullshit. Jungkook scoffed. Jin narrowed his eyes but the youngest just smiled sweetly.