LATE NIGHTS & WARM HUGS (MYG/JHS)

nine | 08:19

"want some toast?" seokjin asks as he waits for his toast to be done. hoseok replies with a smile and props up himself against the counter. "i'd love that," he replies with a smile.

the younger's melodic hums came with slow sways of his body; everything seems choreographed with hoseok, seokjin thinks.

ding. toast comes out nicely crisped from the toaster, soon yellow with butter and glistening with sugar.

"so what's up with them?" seokjin asks, teasing prominent in his tone, there's a knot between hoseok's brows, he looks confused, lost, and constipated altogether. "with who?"

hoseol stares at him for too long but understood no proper context.

"you know, them." the eldest smiles with that silly cheek smile he does, taking his piece of toast with him disappearing into the living room for his morning 'just dance' sessions with namjoon.

"no, i don't know who!"

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"i ship it." namjoon says, scratching the back of his neck as he peeks through the door of his room, only to watch hoseok back hugging jimin as they both walked like snuggled penguins. it almost felt like he's witnessing the animal planet live, how cute.

"are they dating?"

"well..." taehyung forms a subtle frown before continuing. jimin would've mentioned it, if they are, right? "maybe?"

"i don't think so," jin chuckles when he passes by like a sly cat that knows everything (about everyone, apparently). sounds of heavy footsteps and a loud yawn comes from a certain room. "hear that? that's the sound of a goblin waking up." he shakes his head when he says it quietly, pursing his lips in amusement as to contain bubbling laughter.

meanwhile, jungkook only shrugs, already shaking his head, not really sure of what's going on by now, except that it's breakfast time and that's what he needs to have for a good life.

a few seconds later, as if the heavens listened to seokjin's little prediction— yoongi woke up (not that they think yoongi was a goblin but the odds were too obvious), he looks like he wasn't really planning to, his eyes were barely open, standing with jelly-like limbs.

seems like it was too early for him and it probably is, because most of his days start at noon.

something seems off, yoongi thought. he dragged himself to his door, swinging it opening.

"good mornin' hyung!" hoseok greets yoongi with a grin. the shorter man averts his gazed down to hoseok's arms, wrapped on jimin's abdomen.

there it is. he squints, eyeing the both of them. yoongi rubs his eyes in disbelief, he turns his head towards the pair. "what the fuck was that?"

"just love birds being love dovey." jin butts in suddenly, laughing with his whole body when yoongi jolts in surprise.

"yeah right," he spits, closing his door shut with a slight thud before heading to the bathroom. he needs to get his eyeballs checked, cleansed, or even replaced if humanly possible.

yoongi frowns at the bright pair of sunshine that grew arms and limbs. it's as if sun rays beam through walls so that flowers bloom on their floor as they waddle and it's even beautifully worst when they giggle with harmony like it's a damn song.

and as much as he dislikes overly shiny things—he casually butt nudges the boys to the side.

"oopsie! too bright for an early sunday morning!"