Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

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Seokjin wakes up to the smell of food.

He sits up slowly, mind still fuzzy and not yet registering his surroundings. He looks around the small living space, immediately noticing a small pink haired boy on the other side of the couch and another person laying on a blanket on the floor.

He was hoping that all of whatever happened yesterday was a dream. But it wasn't.

He stands from the couch, laying the blanket on to Jimin who snuggled into it gratefully before being careful not to step on Namjoon on the floor. His feet make light tapping sounds as he walks on the cold floor and into the kitchen.

There he sees Yoongi cooking what looked like bacon and scrambled eggs. He doesn't notice Jin as he seasons the eggs and flips the bacon.

"Hey, you okay?" Seokjin speaks, quite gruffly due to his voice still laced with sleep.

Yoongi jumps a bit, startled. His back is still towards Jin as he gives a small shrug. "I'm good."

The eldest doesn't mean to intrude but he can't help his curiosity. "Who was that? Last night..." He trails a bit, awkwardly.

The sound of the bacon sizzling makes up for the uncomfortable silence they share. There's slight ruffling of blankets from the other room. The floor creaks but no one steps into the kitchen. Jin assumes Namjoon had moved to the couch.

"He's my uncle," Yoongi mumbles, just barely audible over the sounds of the bacon. He takes them out and places them on a plate, putting more into the pan. They hiss like hurt cats.

"Is he always like that?" Jin asks softly, taking a seat at the small table. Yoongi shrugs once more, taking the plates of finished bacon and eggs and placing them on to the table.

Seokjin winces a bit when he sees the purple and blue-ish colors around Yoongi's nose.

"Not...not really. He's bipolar so his mood tends to switch a lot." He answers with an intent to end the conversation.

Jin just nods, taking a piece of bacon and biting into it. He moans at the taste, grabbing another.

"Is it good?" Yoongi asks with a small smile. He chuckles a bit when Seokjin nods eagerly.

It's a while after Yoongi finishes cooking when the other two stumble into the kitchen. Namjoon yawns, taking a seat while Jimin rubs the sleep out of his eyes, taking the last of the four chair.

Jin wordlessly pushes their plates to them, the two sleepy heads bowing before digging in. Breakfast goes by fast and soon they all sit in the living space, occupying themselves.

Namjoon uses Yoongi's house phone to get in contact with his police precinct while Jin tends to Yoongi's bruised nose. Jimin watches, aiding Seokjin whenever he dies something wrong.

"Don't apply too much pressure," Jimin says. "You want to know if his nose is broken, but you don't want to be the one to break it."

Jin nods, following Jimin's orders since the younger was taking classes to be a doctor. He knows more about this stuff than Jin.

Yoongi hisses in pain when Jin presses down on one part of his nose gently. "It hurts here?" He asks the boy who is obviously in pain.

"No shit," Yoongi snaps, biting down on his tongue to somehow mask the pain.

Jimin sighs, "then it's not broken. But it's very swollen so you have to ice it and take a few antibiotics and pain killers to prevent infections and to lower the swelling." He leans forward, motioning for Seokjin to move back so he can get a closer look at Yoongi's nose.