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~In which the members stay up late~

Nana was wide awake. Which was unfortunate because she had a busy schedule the next day (well, technically today, since it was 3:21 a.m.) and this was her bed.

So, she had no idea why Jungkook was hogging all of her blankets. And why Taehyung was bear-hugging her in her sleep. She wanted to scream.

Carefully, she pried herself out of Tae's arms, which was made especially hard when she was also trying to avoid waking Jungkook on the other side of her. 

"I swear, I hate these guys. I'm going to kill them in their sleep one day," she cursed to herself, flinching when one of them began to stir. "No, wait, wait, I didn't mean it, don't wake up."

Finally managing to free herself by prompting Taehyung to wrap his arms around the burrito that was Jungkook, she dropped to the ground, exhausted. Now unable to go to sleep even if she tried, she made her way to the kitchen after slipping on Jungkook's Cooky slippers (which were the closest to her).

She flipped the lights on, making sure to turn only one on to avoid waking anyone else up. Grabbing some milk out of the fridge and turning on the stove, she began to make herself some warm milk in an effort to both calm herself down and tire herself out. Nana was tempted to go watch TV or play some games, but ultimately decided they would be too loud, and elected instead to simply play games on her phone. 

Sipping at her warm milk, she was startled when she heard a noise coming from the end of the hallway. Torn between wanting to go check it out and wanting to run back to the safety of her room, she did neither and continued to sit there, waiting for whatever it was to show itself. A figure emerged from the darkness–Seokjin. 

"Nana? What are you doing up?" He rubbed at his eyes groggily.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Just answer the question."

"Tae and Kook are hogging all the blankets and I got annoyed. Then I couldn't sleep, so I made myself warm milk. Want some?" She offered. There was still some on the stove.

"You don't even have to ask," he responded, already retrieving a mug for himself.

"So why are you up?"

"I noticed the lights were on, so I came to check it out."

Sipping at their warm drinks, they both sighed in contentment. They drank from matching mugs, both from a set gifted by Line through their collaboration. Jokingly clinking them together, they talked for a while. Nana, yawning, curled into Jin on the couch, leaning wholeheartedly into his warm embrace, which was especially comforting for reasons unknown (perhaps it was her tired state, his remarkably fuzzy sweater, or just his broad shoulders?).

Drifting off into sleep, Jin gently pried her mug from her hands and placed his and hers on the small table in front of them. He made himself comfortable and draped a fluffy blanket on top of the two of them. They would have fallen completely asleep had there not been a noise. Specifically, footsteps.

A bit alarmed for the second time that night, Jin looked up quickly. A dim light suddenly flooded the space, and he squinted against it, trying to make out a figure.

Of course, cursing as he snuck in, was Yoongi himself. "Why the fuck did we go for automatic lights?"

"And where were you, sir?" Nana accused, slurring a little and pointing a shaky finger at the intruder. Jin pushed her arm down.