Darkside

17

"Y/NNNNNN!" A loud, booming voice startles you awake as you twitch in your bed and raise the covers to cover your face.

"Y/NNNNN-AH!" The voice is closer this time, and you groan into your soft covers. 

"Go away," you mutter, still half asleep. "It's too early."

"It's 9 am already" The voice whines, now coming from directly next to the bed. "It's time to wake up!" He sing-songs, and suddenly, out of nowhere, you're being attacked with tickles from everywhere.

Shrieking, you wrap yourself up tighter into the quilts, curling yourself into a ball. But the person is persistent and doesn't stop. Soon, you're a squealing, red mess that's gasping for air. Finally, the tickling stops and you bring your head out of the covers, fixing a sharp glare on Hoseok.

"Ya!" You whine loudly. "What was that for?"

Hoseok flashes you a radiant smile, to which you pout. "Y/N, don't be unhappy! I'm only waking you up so we can have fun together~" He sings, wrapping his arms around you and swinging from side to side. Soon, you put off the grumpy façade and instead try not to smile at Hoseok's antics.

He pushes himself back to take a look at your face, and an even wider smile spreads across his face, making his cheekbones more prominent. "You're not mad anymore, right?" He chirps. You pretend to roll your eyes, but on the inside, you're fighting a smile. 

"Whatever, Hobi." You pretend to sound cold, looking away from him as though you're disinterested. Hoseok catches on and fakes a sad and horrified expression. 

"What? Y/N's suddenly cold to me?!" He wails, dramatically leaning back and standing up, backing away from you. "Well, since we're no longer friends anymore, I'm going to steal all your waffles!" He cackles evilly before running to the door and dashing out of your room.

"Hey!" You yelped. "You can do whatever you want, but nobody steals my food!"

All the drowsiness left in you is gone by the time you run to the door and chase Hoseok down the hall, as the wondrous smell of waffles and bacon greets your nose. You breathe in the mouth-watering aroma and follow Hoseok into the large kitchen. 

Before he can turn to check for his safety, you tackle him to the ground, growling playfully. He squeals from under your arms mercilessly, and this time, it's your turn to torture the boy with tickles. His squeals soon turn to cries of agony from the tickling, and you decide to stop before the whole house comes in to check in on you.

"Truce! Please!" He gasps. "I promise to never steal your waffles again!"

"You better," You growl. "No one ever touches my food."

With that, release Hoseok and stand back up, whirling around just in time to see Jimin rubbing his eyes at the kitchen doorway. "What was that?" He mumbles in a tired voice. 

Looking at his innocent features, eyes still sleepy, your heart melted just a tiny bit for the boy. "Hoseok was stealing my food, sorry if I woke you up." You say softly.

He smiles an adorable wide at you, eyes crinkling. "It's fine. I'm glad to see that you're already getting along..." He then proceeds to sniff the air. "Is that waffles I smell?"

You nod radiantly, heading over to the counter to grab a plate of waffles, sprinkling some raspberries and blueberries on top for color and nutrition. "Yep! Here's your plate!" Handing it to him, Jimin thanks you and walks outside to eat his breakfast.

You finally notice Hoseok staring at you, mouth wide. 

"What?" You snap. 

"Is that a crush I smell?" He mocks Jimin's innocent, soft voice to perfection. You blush slightly, but try to cover it up by acting scary.