SEESAW | min yoongi | complete

bleeding

Hoseok greets me at the doorway, eyes half open, "Noa noona," he mumbles sleepily. "You're early."

"I didn't want to be late on my first day."

He doesn't reply, just makes noises in agreement and protest as I shuffle behind him into the house.

"Are you the only one up?"

"Yes."

"Well, catch some more sleep. I'll come upstairs to get you guys when it's time."

Once he disappears up the staircase and into his room I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I wander into the living room to my left, shocked to see it nearly spotless. They have an impressive collection of plushies and figurines, adorning the table and shelving around the room. The couch looked well used with pillows covering nearly all of the cushions. I spot several cameras with tripods attached, which reminded me just how much their lives are on display. I absently wonder if they are on right now.

I run my fingers along the arm of the couch as I circle around it and follow the connecting hallway into a powder room.

I look into the mirror, and frown, disappointed with my view.

My mom used to complain about how bad her Asian glow was, even when she wasn't drinking and I think it's finally showing up on me. Mine is much more faint, but the red undertone make my dark skin look slick and sweaty.

I use toilet paper to blot at my forehead and nose, seeing no changes. With a sigh, I decide to reslick with puff with my hands and water from the sink. I pull loose some coils at the base of my head to give it a more carefree gist.

I get so engrossed in picking at the style that I don't notice Yoongi in the door way until I turn to leave.

"Ah," I squeal then compose myself, giving an awkward smile. "I mean, good morning Yoongi."

He is quiet, charcoal eyes staring blankly into mine, pale arms trapping me in the restroom.

"I didn't know anyone got up this early," I joke, glancing at the clock on my phone that read 7:30.

"You're bleeding," he says almost inaudible and my eyebrows furrow.

His hand reaches my lip faster than I can blink and, before I am able to flinch away, he wipes the side of my mouth. His thumb stays out even after I move back and I see blood streaked across it.

I must have chewed my lip too raw while messing with my hair. I turn away from him, grabbing toilet tissue and pressing it onto my lip.

A beat passes and he thankfully closes the door, leaving me alone. I spin around to lock it, unable to face the idea of being caught off guard again. I press my lips together to rush the stopping process and leave when it seems to have subsided. I check my phone again to see I still had time to get everyone out on time.

I step into the living room and find Namjoon slurping leftover broth from last night on the couch. Next to him is Hoseok, still in pajamas, curved into an 'S' with a bowl of broth dangerously close to his head. On the floor, just in front of them, sit Jimin and Tae both tying their shoes and talking. Everyone, aside from Hoseok, turn when they see me come from behind the couch.

"Good morning Noa noona," they sang in unison.

"Good morning, we have ten more minutes before the van comes," I warn, giving Hoseok a light shake before heading into the kitchen.

Jeongguk is leaning against the refrigerator, lips parted with a glass in his hands. His eyes are semi open, but he doesn't respond when I get in front of him, which disturbs me slightly. I gently reach out and rub his arm, trying to get him to wake up, "Jeongguk."