Remember

Again

The morning was bright, contrary to the early dark skies yesterday. The rain created a humid environment for Hoseok, opening a window in his room the let the cool air in. The clock only read 10 am and the other two were still asleep. Heading into Mickey's room, he simply smiled at her before going downstairs to the kitchen.

It was a mess.

Hoseok ran back and forth for about 1 hour, cleaning up the boxes to make sure nothing was in the way. He even decided to clean up the dust and brought in the table and chairs by himself, setting them in the center near the kitchen island. After much progress, and eventually completing cleaning out the kitchen, he finally decided to rest. All he had left to do now was actually cook for them. His armpits were wet from the hot weather, so he took his shirt off and lay it on the chair before returning to his cooking. His skin burned from the heat coming out of the stove on top of the burning sun coming inside. Hoseok closed the blinds, fanning himself as he heard someone come down the steps. "Hello?" He turned around, but saw no one. "Jimin? Yoongi?" Yoongi's puffy face came into his view, a loud yawn leaving his mouth, not even caring to cover it.

"Hi," Yoongi scratched his stomach. He still wore a black hoodie over his black shorts from yesterday, a bit of drool still on the side of his mouth from sleeping so well. His black hair laid flatly against him, surprisingly neat considering he just woke up. Yoongi walked towards the kitchen, stopping himself before going any closer, remembering Hoseok's words.

"Oh... sorry," he spun on his heels, making his way back upstairs.

"Wait! No!" Hoseok yelled to him. "If you want me to put on a shirt, that's fine. It just got super fucking hot that my nuts were sweating." Yoongi turned around again, only to just now notice the shirtless Hoseok standing in front of him. Peering down a bit too low, Yoongi noticed his well physique. Rather than his scrawny boy image of Hoseok, he was pretty damn well built. He definitely had abs, a bit light but anyone could easily tell he's been working on it. His arms weren't too big, but they still showed his immense progress. The proportion from his chest to his waist made Yoongi want to get down on his knees and see what was beyond his tiny waist.

"Well fuck that's so hot," Yoongi mumbled. "And nah, I meant about... the kitchen."

"Oh? OH," Hoseok snapped his fingers, finally recalling what he meant. "I cleaned up if you couldn't tell. You're welcome in now. Sit down." Yoongi set himself on a chair while Hoseok went back to cooking— of course after putting his shirt back on. "Is Jiminie still sleeping?" Hoseok put the plate in front of him.

"Uh," Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe." Hoseok cocked an eyebrow.

"Maybe?" He asked. "Fuck does that mean?"

"He usually goes on his phone for like 2 hours before actually getting up," Yoongi shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth, using a napkin to clean up what was falling out.

"Jimin!" Hoseok screamed, startling Yoongi. "Get up and come eat!"

"God, you sound like my fucking mom," Yoongi covered his ears. "Come eat Yoongi or you'll stay anorexic forever! For fuck sake I wasn't even anorexic but she always thought otherwise." Hoseok gave him a sullen look, but then shuffles were heard from upstairs. Jimin came running down, his tiny feet echoing on the floor until he finally ran into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck.

"Good morning loves," Jimin cooed, poking Yoongi's cheek. He twirled around, moving to Hoseok to hug him next. Hoseok invited him with open arms, both of them casually holding each other first thing in the morning.

"You're happy," Hoseok giggled.

"Just no more distress," Jimin sat down while Hoseok gave him his food.