Wide Awake

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Third Person POV:

The dorm buzzes as the members enjoy the free time they've been given. Namjoon is sitting in the living room enjoying a book, as the maknae line shout at the screen before them.

"Another fucking banana peel?! Tae, not fair!" Jimin groans.

"Your fault for being behind me!" Taehyung laughs as he playfully pushes Jimin with his shoulder.

"Doesn't matter. Both of you losers are done for anyway." Jungkook teases as his character breezes across the finish line, followed by Taehyung's character.

"Wait! When did you get ahead of me, what the fuck!" Taehyung drops his controller and playfully tackles the younger. Jimin feigns a cheer to himself as he crosses the finish line, a defeated tone to his voice as the number 3 pops up on the screen.

The maknae line continue to giggle and argue as they begin another level. Namjoon glances up as he hears someone enter the room, smiling softly at a tired Hoseok.

"Morning, sleepy head." Hoseok forces a smile as he stumbles to the couch, wincing at the loud voices of the others. Namjoon's eyes don't leave the older's puffy face and sunken in eyes. "Couldn't sleep?" The dancer plants himself on the couch next to the leader with a deep sigh.

"Nope." His tired gaze remains on the TV, barely taking in the colorful characters and race track. Namjoon gently ats his shoulder with a sympathetic smile before turning his attention to the two eldest entering the kitchen. Namjoon shuts his book and removes his reading glasses, beginning to stand.

"Come on guys, everyone's up. We should go help with breakfast." The leader speaks encouragingly, earning whines from the youngest and a dirty look from Jimin. Taehyung sighs, laying down his remote in the middle of the race and immediately heading to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with the rapper. Namjoon sighs, taking in the defeated frame of the man. As he watches Taehyung leave, Jimin pushes past him, expressing the grudge he still holds. Hoseok follows the others, still sleepwalking, leaving Jungkook and Namjoon alone.

"Don't mind him, you know how Jiminie can get about Taehyungie." Jungkook offers him a small smile before following the others. Namjoon sighs, laying his book down and heading towards the kitchen.

Seokjin's POV:

I groan as I wake, hearing Yoongi shuffle around the room. I gently rub my eyes as I sit up, blinking softly to clear my cloudy vision.

"How'd you sleep after?" I hear the rapper pipe up. I glance his way, squinting at the sun shining through the blinds. He sits on his bed, putting on his socks. I shrug, grunting softly in response. After a glance around the room, I recall the plans the younger and I had made the night before. Two big duffle bags sit by the door, and my fishing overalls hang on the back of the door.

    He's playing one for the team, he doesn't actually want to go.

    He probably lost the coin flip.

    "Hey, you okay?" I turn to face Yoongi, who sits on the edge of his bed, brows set in confusion. I nod gently, moving to get out of bed. I feel the younger man's eyes on me as I head to the bathroom. "Don't be long, the others are waiting to start breakfast." Yoongi shouts after me, a sense of urgency in his voice.

    I enter the bathroom, meeting the eyes of a tired man.

    You're so fat.

    Why don't you punish yourself?

    I sigh softly, missing the influence of substances on my mind. Thinking back to that night, the confusion and dimension-twisting effects of whatever that man gave me. I can't help but smile as I remember the silence in my head.