Cursed Fate

Chapter 15- the morning after

(Y/N) POV:

I woke to the feeling of utter content spreading through my body, I blinked open my eyes and saw a t-shirt on the edge of my vision, tilting my head I realised I had somehow managed ending up asleep on Seokjin. Wait...Seokjin. I was fully awake now, and I could feel how closely I was pressing into him. I sat up, looking apologetically at Seokjin but he seemed unruffled by it all. He just smiled at me before getting out of bed, I watched him leave the room with my cheeks flushing.

As embarrassing as it was, I was glad that someone had been there when I had woken up from that nightmare, it was horrible waking up alone surrounded by darkness and the only sound being my violently thudding heart. And even if I didn't intend to vocalise it, it was the best night of sleep I had had in a month, nightmare aside. I felt lighter and more relaxed than I had this past month, body feeling rejuvenated rather than its usual heaviness I had grown accustomed to feeling.

I padded into the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth before making my way downstairs. I needed to get my clothes here somehow, I couldn't go around taking theirs for the entire week. There was no need to add to the burden and no doubt, force they were feeling from my intruding. My head began to dully throb at the flood of thoughts pouring through my mind, each worse than the last, I hesitantly walked towards the kitchen where the voices were coming from, stress mounting, my fingers beginning to fidget. I needed to do something. Do I go in, do I not?

My silent question was answered when a chirpy, beaming voice rang out as his head popped out the kitchen doorway.

"(Y/N)-ah! You'll sit next to me at breakfast, right?" he said, not waiting for an answer before his hands were eagerly beckoning for me to walk over. I felt relieved noticing he hadn't grabbed me but rather left me to move myself, I couldn't get over the strongly enforced rule of never making physical contact with them this easily.

When I entered the kitchen behind Hoseok, I peeked over from behind his tall frame to scan the room. Seokjin was humming as he worked at the stove, flipping pancakes adding to the towering pile that had already formed on the plate.

Jungkook and Jimin were leaning on Namjoon, bodies tightly pressing onto each other in some way, easy smiles and laughing faces as they basked in each other's presence whilst teasing Namjoon who sat between them. Taehyung was staring off into space before his head snapped to the doorway, meeting my eyes as he flashed a grin, I slid further behind Hoseok unintentionally using him as a shield. But there was someone missing. Yoongi. Just as I realised a drawling voice called out from behind me, raspy with sleep.

"As much as I love standing behind you, can we all go in?" I twisted to see Yoongi staring at me, eyes scanning me before a pleased expression overtook his face.

I tilted my head, what was he pleased about?

On the sound of Yoongi's voice, the others turned to see us clustered in the doorway, attention now focused onto us. I felt a prickling feeling realising eyes were on me, on us but it didn't make me less uncomfortable.

"Yah! Stop staring, set the table." Seokjin yelled, gesturing wildly with his spatula at the boys. I shuffled in, unsure about what I was meant to do. If I just sat down, it'd be really rude but if I helped would it be considered involving myself into the domestic life they'd made. I dithered, feet pressed against the cold tiles, biting my lip before the decision was made for me.

A pair of slippers were placed in front of me.

"Put them on, your feet will get cold. You can help me in making drinks." Yoongi said, words directed at me, but his gaze was slightly diverted, he wasn't focusing his stare on me.