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OT7 - Forgotten

Seokjin's POV

Glancing at the mound of laundry in front of me, I give a sigh. Over the past few days, I've hardly seen the other members while we haven't been working, and everything's stacked up. Quite literally - dishes, laundry, everything. And what doesn't help is that pretty much everyone's gone out - Namjoon and Hoseok are working on music at the studio, Taehyung's recording for his upcoming mixtape, and Jimin and Yoongi are in the practice room going over choreography for the performance we're doing for New Years'.

I'm not sure why no one's done anything. Usually, the guys would be more than happy to lend a hand, even when I don't need it. But now, when I actually need them, they're nowhere to be found. And then there's Jungkook. I love him, but he often doesn't put his dirty clothes out, or his dishes, just building piles up in his bedroom until we can't get in there anymore.

The worst part? It's December 4th, my birthday. I should be going out with my members (which I can't do because we're in the midst of a pandemic, that's nobody's fault) or relaxing, not doing everyone's housework for them. I'm just... sick of it. I get up early to cook for everyone, I clean the house, I do the laundry - I do everything, with not so much as a 'thank you' or a 'let me help'.

Sighing again, I make my way up out of the basement, stopping and knocking at the maknae's door. I hear his voice from the other side, then some shuffling, before the lock clicks and the door opens. Judging by his puffy cheeks and messy hair, I'm guessing he's only just woken up, and he looks at me with a slight amount of confusion.

I open my mouth to speak, but the thought of all the work I have yet to do fills my mind, so all I can do is break down. As perplexed as he is, he holds out his arms and pulls me into a hug, letting me sob against his shoulder.

"Hyung, what's wrong?"

"I feel like none of you appreciate everything I do for you..." I mumble. I'm aware that my voice has gone higher and I sound whiny, but I don't care. "And none of you have been doing any housework over the past few days, so it's just been stacking up and it's really getting to me."

He chuckles, lips brushing against my forehead, and squeezes my hand. "You could've asked for help, hyung, we wouldn't have minded."

I don't say anything, continuing to cling tightly to him.

"Alright, something else is wrong. Tell me what it is."

"I-It's..."

"Your birthday, I know." he kisses my temple. "We didn't forget, don't worry."

I hear the front door unlocking behind me, but I don't look. I know that, whoever's coming in, they're trying to be as quiet and secretive as possible, so I don't want to ruin it.

"You're tired, huh?" Jungkook whispers, and I can't help but nod. With all the practice we've been doing, as well as the housework, I haven't been sleeping much, so I'm just in a constant state of tiredness and irritancy.

I don't get to say anything before he picks me up, turning around and carrying me into his room, where he lays me down on the bed and tucks me in. He then takes a seat beside me and picks up his phone, tapping frantically on the screen, before putting it down and lying beside me.

"Hobi and Joon-hyung are around the corner, so they'll be here soon, and everyone else is already back."

Speak of the Devils. A small ray of light shines on the bed, letting us know that the door's open, and three other bodies, one larger than the others (so it must be Tae's), manage to squeeze into the space with us.

"We're sorry, hyung." Yoongi whispers, kissing the back of my head. "We were gonna surprise you with dinner and a movie tonight."

"And we would've helped if you asked us," Tae reaches for my hand. "We've just been planning stuff for the past few days, so we kinda forgot."