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Jungkook wakes up in the morning to the bed shaking as Yoongi kicks their mattress repeatedly.
"Honestly, all three of you in one bed; what the fuck? Does anyone in this fucking group have any sense of personal space at all?! Swear to god you maknaes are all so far up each other’s arses it’s a miracle you can do anything without limping. Up!”
"Let us sleep, hyung," Taehyung groans into Jungkook’s side, having progressed down the bed over the course of the night, back pressed against the wall and chest tight to Jungkook’s side.
"No way. We're getting up. Our asshat leader and my freak of a roommate got me up early, so you all have to suffer too. We have an interview for a Japanese magazine today and management probably aren’t above ripping your balls off if you don't make it, so for your own safety you need to get the fuck out of bed."
Jungkook yawns, extracting an arm from underneath Jimin to rub sleep out of his eyes, unable to move properly in the packed bunk. Jimin makes a sleepy whine of protest at the movement, pulling the covers up so that only his fluffy hair is visible over the top.
"Hoseok-ah, if you don't get up now you're not going to be able to shower before the maknaes use the hot water, and you need to do your hair before you leave," they hear Yoongi huff, and Jungkook finally opens his eyes and looks sideways to find Yoongi with his back to them, shoving at Hoseok’s shoulder to shake him awake. “Don’t make me kick you out of bed.”
"As if you could. You’re too small and weak to move me," Hoseok mumbles, obviously barely in consciousness.
"Now you did it," Jimin mutters from beneath the covers, as Yoongi makes a noise of outrage and commences vicious battle with Hoseok’s duvet.
“Yoongi-hyung draws immense strength from dark forces of bitterness and angst,” Taehyung mutters, face still pressed tightly against Jungkook’s chest, making no move to observe the scene or get up.
Jungkook watches with squinted eyes as Yoongi tugs on Hoseok’s blankets with determination and strength belied by his size. Despite Hoseok’s whines and half-hearted attempts to hold on to his covers, Yoongi succeeds in yanking the duvet after him as he steps back and throws it onto the floor triumphantly.
"Get up, you ass, or I swear to god I will shred your duvet so you won't have one to hide under next time," Yoongi threatens, stepping up again to land a smack somewhere on Hoseok’s body, but Hoseok only grumbles quietly and curls in on himself, despite the abuse and loss of his covers. "And you three," Yoongi continues, and Jungkook blinks enough to wake up his vision in time to see Yoongi pointing threateningly at them, obviously focusing on the maknae as the only one actually paying attention to him. "Stop cuddling and get up. We all need to shower and get breakfast."
"Can you make breakfast for us? Pleeeeeeease, hyung?" Jimin begs, emerging from the covers and turning just enough for his voice to be unmuffled by Jungkook’s shirt.
"Fuck no. I’ll ask Jin-hyung to make breakfast, if you get up," Yoongi tells them, turning and stalking towards the door.
"Noooo. Bed is cosy," Taehyung says, wrapping himself tighter into Jungkook, nuzzling in.
"I bagsie first shower," Hoseok says, hand raised into the air, though his eyes stay closed.
“Sure, hyung,” Jungkook replies, figuring he’s the most responsive one, even though his eyes slip closed again as he says it.
“That means we get a few more minutes,” Taehyung says, patting a hand on Jungkook’s torso absently before feeling his way across to Jimin, pulling him in tighter and leaving his arm stretched over both of them. Jimin sighs happily and tucks his head into Jungkook’s neck, his hair tickling slightly but not enough to move.
Hoseok heaves himself out of bed a minute later to claim his shower, leaving the three of them alone in the room.
It’s almost uncomfortably hot, with three of them pressed together under a duvet. But Jungkook finds himself drifting back to sleep, safe and snug between his hyungs.
Until Jin comes in to wake them up for the day, that is. Jerking the duvet away and yanking them up and onto the floor, shrieking that they have five minutes until we have to go oh my god you’ll just have to eat in the car and if you don’t get up right now I will make you eat Namjoon’s cooking, Kim Taehyung, and leave you to suffer the consequences with no sympathy.