"...my god, they're so cute!" a voice whispers. "Look at them!"
"Be quiet, Jin-hyung!" a second voice whisper-yells. "Don't wake them up!"
"Did anyone get pictures?" a third voice calls.
"I did!" a fourth voice exclaims.
"Come on, let's go befor...oh, Y/N, hey," the third voice says. It's Jeongin.
"Innie? What are you doing back so soon?" you question, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "And what were you all talking about?" You look at the boys, realizing that Jin, Hobi, and Jungkook are there as well. "Why are you all in my apartment?"
Jeongin answers first. "My parents had to go to America for a business trip, so Seungmin and I came back early. As for the second question...look to your left."
You do as he instructed, turning your head to see Yoongi sleeping next to/underneath you.Your face goes red as you remember what happened last night. "Oh!"
You hesitate for a moment before saying, "But why are you all in my apartment, though?"
Jungkook shrugged. "Jeongin let us in."
You look over to Jeongin, who is slowly backing up toward the door. "Not Today, buddy!" you yell, startling Yoongi awake. You jump off the couch, running to chase your cousin.
Yoongi, still groggy from having just woken up, asks, "What happened?"
"Well, my friend," Seokjin says, "you fell asleep with Miss Y/N here, and her cousin Jeongin let us in, and we were fanboying over how cute you guys were, then Y/N got up to chase Jeongin. Sorry for waking you."
Yoongi just sighs and lays back down. "I'm too tired to deal with this right now," he says before shutting his eyes and going back to sleep.
(time skip)
You arrive back at your apartment after chasing Jeongin out and back to Seungmin's house. You open the door to see Yoongi still sleeping and the others nowhere to be seen. Since you ran out of the house with just Yoongi's sweatshirt and a pair of socks on, you decide to change. You put on a pair of black denim shorts and an orange t-shirt. You throw your hair up into a bun to match before going out to the kitchen.
You decide to make biscuits and gravy. You already had Pilsbury biscuits and gravy mix...so all you had to do was bake the biscuits and ad sausage and milk to the gravy mix and cook it. You still feel proud of yourself, though.
When biscuits are almost done baking, Yoongi wakes up. He takes a deep breath and smells the sausage and biscuits. He exhales heavily before standing and walking toward the kitchen.
"Whatcha making, Y/N?" he asks, laying his head on top of yours.
You blush and say, "Biscuits and gravy, Yoongs. I figured you'd appreciate a hot breakfast."
"Thanks, Jellybean," Yoongi replies.
"Now, can you maybe get off me so I don't burn the gravy?" you ask, playfully pushing his head off yours.
"Fine," he pouts. "But the food had better be good."
"Okay, now shoo!" you say jokingly.
Yoongi walks back to the living room, sitting down and turning the TV on. You hear it faintly playing as you wrap up breakfast. All you have to do now is take the biscuits out of the oven.
The oven beeps and you pull the pan out, making sure to use oven mitts so you don't burn your fingers. You dump the biscuits in a bowl before covering them with a towel.
"Yoongs!" you yell. "Breakfast's ready!"
A/N
So...I'm going to try and update every Sunday or Monday. That gives me the week to do school and the weekend to write. Maybe once I get my life under control, I can try updating more often, lol.
On a more positive note, last Wednesday was Youngjae(Got7)'s birthday. So, happy belated birthday, Youngjae!
Yesterday was also Nayeon(Twice)'s, Jinyoung(Got7)'s, and Seungmin(Stray Kids)'s birthday. So happy birthday to them as well! (ps, keeping track of all the birthdays is hard!)
Well, that's all for today. This chapter is slightly longer than the last few, and I promise I'll work on making them longer. Love you guys!
Belle~~💖🌹
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