𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 | 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐧

4

The next morning was calm and peaceful, the sound of the ocean waves crashing in the distance, a perfect start to the day.

Taehyung and Jimin were dead asleep and slightly jet-lagged from the day before.

But the members wanted revenge.

They burst into the room, banging pots and pans.

"WAKEY WAKEY!" Jin yelled, yanking the curtains open.

Jungkook got right up next to Taehyung's ear, banging the pot and yelling, "RISE AND SHINE!"

They clearly didn't know that Taehyung slept like a bear in hibernation.

Jimin grumbled and sat up, staring lazily at the other four.

Namjoon frowned, putting his phone down when he realized they weren't going to do anything interesting.

"That's not fair."

"Life's not fair."

Taehyung was sprawled out on his stomach, still dead asleep, his hair splayed out on the pillow.

Jungkook pouted before he got a mischievous look in his eyes.

Jimin had a feeling he knew what he was going to do because the youngest went to the foot of the bed, dropping the pan, and backing up a couple of steps.

"Um, Kooks, that's not-"

Jungkook ignored Jimin, before running and jumping on top of the sleeping form.

Taehyung only groaned a little, before throwing his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezing tight.

He'd somehow managed to kick the blankets away and was now hugging Jungkook like a log, legs, and arms tight around the man.

Jungkook whined, trying to untangle himself from Taehyung's tight grip, while the others laughed. His face started turning a bright red, which made Jimin giggle.

"He's a cuddler, alright."

Jungkook groaned, before admitting defeat and letting his whole body go limp.

"Can you guys stop filming and help me, please?"

They all laughed again, as Jungkook continued complaining.

Soon enough, Taehyung's eyes cracked open.

He was shocked when he realized he'd been cuddling Jungkook, the younger still trying to squirm out of his hold.

His grip faltered, as he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Um, what?" he said, making the others, once again, burst out in laughter.

Jungkook huffed, realizing the older was now awake.

"Well, as comfortable as this is...can I get up?"

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, as he loosened his arms and unclasped his ankles.

"Why the fuck were you in my bed, to begin with?"

-

When they were finally awake, Yoongi and Jimin were shoved into the kitchen to cook.

Yoongi grumbled, finally just shouting, "What did I do to deserve breakfast duty?!"

Jin responded with a cheeky grin, "You're the second oldest. And as the oldest and most handsome, I get the privilege of telling all of you what to do. As the second oldest, you get the privilege of doing what I tell you to do."

He sent an evil laugh and a look towards Jimin before leaving.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, before shaking his head sighing, "What the fuck does that even mean?" he turned to Jimin whose cheeks were painted pink.

Although Yoongi may not have seen it, Jimin sure did.

His brother had wiggled his eyebrow, basically announcing that he was playing matchmaker and encouraging the pink haired boy to make conversation.

Jimin shook his head, as he turned to the blonde man in front of him.

"I don't try to understand it, I just go along with it."

Yoongi snorted a little, turning to the cabinets and fridge to see what kind of options they had.

"Pancakes?" he asked, holding up the box mix for Jimin to see.

The younger simply nodded, still embarrassed.

They got to work, mixing the ingredients and making small talk as they cooked.

Jimin went to turn on the stove and heat up a pan, watching Yoongi mix the ingredients with a whisk.

He smiled, really observing the older for the first time.

Yoongi had pulled back his hair with a headband, the platinum blonde locks falling gracefully on either side of his face. His eyes were squinted a little and his nose scrunched in concentration.

Jimin let out a small laugh as he watched Yoongi's tongue stick out a little, while he began whisking the mix faster and more furiously.

Soon, they plated and served the others, who already had utensils in hand.

Jimin set the food in the middle, barely avoiding the whirlwind of forks and knives.

Yoongi's eyes met Jimin's over the mass of hungry animals and scoffed, crossing his arms and smiling a little.

For some reason, when his dark brown eyes met the pink haired boy's, Jimin's face went red, a shy smile on his face as his heart fluttered in his chest.

He averted his eyes, pretending to go back into the kitchen to get something to drink, but he could feel Yoongi's eyes on his back, heavy and heated, the entire way there.