Anpanman (still on break, unfortunately)

Chapter 5

"Hurry up, slowpokes!" The ever-so-cheerful Hoseok spoke from the living room, his voice reaching everyone's hearing.

"Hoba, don't be too loud. Yoongi hyung would definitely complain about you again," Namjoon shushes his twin, to which he got scoffed at by his brother. Was it so wrong to be cheerful early in the morning?

"I still don't understand how hot-headed he can be sometimes," Hoseok grumbled, protesting about Yoongi's behavior at times. "I believe indifferent and not fond of loudness are the words that best describe him," Namjoon answered, correcting his twin's words. Albeit, he did notice that Yoongi was particularly harsher to Hoseok compared to the rest seldom. Perhaps, it's their personalities clashing with each other.

"Thank you for explaining in my stead, Namjoon. Now, don't be too noisy," Yoongi's voice echoed through the hall, taking the twins aback. His room was the farthest room from the living room... how did he get a gist of their conversation? A question they can't answer for now.

Shortly after, everyone emerged from their respective rooms, finally ready to go out and do their itinerary. The azure skies decorated with white clouds accompanied the bright sun, perfectly visible to one's eyes. The cold breeze brought balance to the heat; today seemed like a perfect day, with no threats of rain looming around the corner.

Timeskip

"To which floor are we heading to?" Jungkook asked, his hand resting on the wall beside the buttons. "4th floor," was Taehyung's short reply. Pressing the button, the elevator ascended. A short moment of silence ensued, until the elevator came to a stop. Roaming the hall, they scanned each door number, looking for the desugnated unit.

"Here it is," Namjoon halted in his steps, everyone else following after his actions. Seokjin stepped forward, bringing his fist against the wooden door, knocking on it to announce their presence. The faint shuffling and footsteps coming from the other side signaled them that someone was inside.

The door creaked ajar. A man, older than any of them, seemed to be slightly surprised by their presence. With a polite bow, he greeted them, opening the door wider for them to enter.

"Greetings, your majesties. We humbly welcome you to our abode," the man formally spoke. His housemate, upon noticing who their visitor is, imitated the bowing gesture, showing respect before the princes of Arcania. Not wanting for them to be so formal, Seokjin remarked, "There's no need for such courtesy. Please, do refer to us as casually as you would like. We don't mind honorifics that much."

"Oh, I see. We'll bear that in mind," he gave a curt reply, acknowledging their request. He motioned for the younger man to grab some refreshments from the kitchen. He complied with his request, leaving the area hastily.

"I take it you're here for the pictures, correct?" His raspy voice echoed throughout the silent area. The brothers nodded, confirming their intentions. He reached for his pocket, revealing a small envelope. Sliding it across the table, he let them open it, watching as they observed each picture for a short while. The younger one soon arrived from the kitchen, both hands supporting a tray.

"Thank you for the drinks. We appreciate your hospitality," said Seokjin, speaking on behalf of everyone. They lounged around longer than they expected; a conversation with these men proved to be enjoyable.

Timeskip

"That lady looks familiar, no?" Hoseok pointed at one particular picture. The moment they reached their home, they spread the pictures on their table at once, studying them again.

"Of course she is," Namjoon paused, remembering where they have seen her, "She was the one who works in that café."

"And whose wallet we haven't returned yet," Seokjin added, sighing at their mistake. They had forgotten to return her wallet yesterday, and when realization dawned upon him, it was too late.