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Jungkook is all but a subtle reminder, besides the gentle warmth inside, it’s fucking cold.
Yugyeom hadn’t realized that at first, but most people wouldn’t bother. It’s what Mark had told him when he brought it up, some time ago about Jinyoung.
“Mark-hyung, I’m just saying..isn’t something off..?”
“It’s your imagination.” He says, offering him a cup of hot chocolate. It’s cold, probably sat around too long. “Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about anything.”
He takes the mug. Mark gives him a toothy smile. “Yeah, hyung, you must be right..”
So, he didn’t question it when Jinyoung was gone the next day and Jaebum was in shambles.
A cabin in the woods. To be honest, Yugyeom couldn’t quite recall how he got here. Jaebum gave him a pitying smile, waving as he got out of the car with a half-dead phone, a stringy phone charger and a duffel bag. He knocked on the door, and as he turned around the car was gone, with no sign of his brother whatsoever over the bend, and gentle snowfall.
The door is open as he turns back, someone who appeared older than him staring up. “Yugyeom?” He asks,
Yugyeom nods. The man holds out his hand, “I’m Min Yoongi.” Yugyeom takes it. His grip is warm, it puts him at ease. “Yoongi is fine. Come in. You’re just on time.” He places his other arm around his shoulder and leads him inside, reaching over and shutting the door behind them. “Try to keep that closed. It’s terribly cold out here.”
Yugyeom blinks, “Sure.”
“This is where you’ll be staying. Free roam over the entire building, except the attic. Attempt to stay out of there. Of course, we understand if there are some negative influences. But, keep that in mind.”
Yugyeom nods again, his mind clouding up. Yoongi, with his arm locked around his shoulder begins leading him down a hallway. “Kitchen, living space, music room, bathrooms, breakfast nook and dining room.” He points out each area carefully.
As they head into the dining room, someone’s seated at the table..carving wood? He was leaning back in the chair, nearly against the wall with his feet atop the table.
“Jungkook, didn’t we say we have a new guest?” Yoongi growls. The aforementioned looks up. He had slick, deep black hair that was just a little too long for Yugyeom’s tastes, and nearly souless dark eyes that matched it.
“I recall.” He says, somehow leaning back more. “I was making this for him.” He holds the carving up to Yugyeom. He can’t tell what it is. “Thought I’d be done before you came in here, though.”
Yoongi plasters on a plastic smile. “Lovely. Go to your room now.”
“I’m not finished.”
“Give it to him at dinner.” Yoongi snarls back. Jungkook drops his carving with a glare, standing up with a huff and walks out of the room. As he walks by, he grins at Yugyeom. He can see the pointed teeth.
Yoongi redirects him to the hallway, Jungkook nowhere to be seen. They head up a narrow flight of stairs to the second floor. At the end of the hallway he can see a third flight,
“Those are to the attic. Remember what we said about that, hm?”
“Yeah.” Yugyeom nods, and Yoongi pats his back, gesturing to the various doors lining the hallway.
“These are the bedrooms. You’ll meet them all at dinner. Bathrooms-and your bedroom, are at the end of the hall.” They walk to a plain bedroom door, directly across from one with a painted X across it. Yoongi opens the plain one. “Here’s your room.”
It’s boring. A bed, a chair, a bookshelf, a couple of lamps, and a giant window that took up half of the back wall. Yoongi turns to leave, but Yugyeom whips around, “Where are the outlets?”
Yoongi doesn’t respond, waving a hand and closing the door.
Yugyeom gets on his knees at the feet of one of the lamps. It wasn’t plugged in. It didn’t have an outlet..How was it working, then?
What did he just get into?
Later, Yugyeom sits atop his bed-he’s not sure of what to do. Not at all. He has a phone, but no way to charge it, so should he savor the battery, or just let it die?
Could he try calling somebody? Maybe Bam...he’d help him, he always did...well, used to. His options are um, limited. His brother? He wishes he could talk to Jinyoung, because he always knows what to do, but, he can’t.
What to do, what to do...
He glances upwards to the clock on the wall. Each tick had been annoying him for the past, however long he’s been here, but the ticks give way to knocking, so he goes to open the door.
Min Yoongi. He had changed his clothing from earlier to something more casual, a fluffy cardigan that matched the weather’s mood. He smiles.
“I see you’ve made yourself at home. It’s dinner, so, time to meet everybody and introduce yourself.” He gestures for Yugyeom to join him, and he does, following him out of the room and down the stairs,
Yugyeom has a question, but considering how it was answered the last time he asked, he probably shouldn’t bother.
Yoongi glances back at him, “Usually, we’d place you with a roommate, but we’re really at capacity. Maybe later, we can set you up with somebody, but we hope the room isn’t too lonely, so far.”
“Actually, do you have speakers for music or something? I think the clock is going to drive me insane.”
“We have record players.” Yoongi says, “I’ll see if we can get one for your room.”
Um...Okay...
They head down into the foyer, and back to the dining room from earlier. The same kid, Jungkook, is seated where he was, carving. There are several other people as well, all probably around his age, chatting.
“Stand. Introduce yourselves.” Yoongi commands. The others swerve around and move, immediately. Jungkook lags a bit behind and he can see the disapproval in Yoongi’s face.
Three girls glance between each other. One speaks up. She has remarkably long black hair, really dark eyes, and was noticeably pale. She dips her head and her hair covers her face so Yugyeom can’t really get a good look. “I’m Sooyoung..hello!” Her voice was really clear, he finds even her simple introduction endearing.
The one next to her, similar in looks, as in, black hair, though cut short, cuts in. “Everybody calls her Joy.” She gleans down at her nails, and back to Yugyeom. “I’m Yeri.”
The third girl had large glasses and her hair curled in a magnificent bun that snakes down her face. She smiles as well but Yugyeom feels like her features are blurred, avoiding eye contact with him, “Dahyun. Nice to meet you!”
The girls sit down and Yugyeom turns his attention to the others. The first to speak has really long bangs, but otherwise short dyed brown hair round features and a slight tan. His smile seemed the most genuine. “I’m Changkyun. Im Changkyun. I hope we can become friends.”
Changkyun looks over to the guy next to him, who bows immediately once eyes are on him. He’s a lot taller than Changkyun, so it’s kind of jarring, as are the pair of glasses fixed on his face. They didn’t really fit him like Dahyun’s did, though they seemed similar in awkwardness. “Hi..I’m,” He pauses, thinking. “Jaehyun.”
The man next to him doesn’t speak, but just nods at Yugyeom. He really didn’t notice him, beside Jaehyun, kind of fading into the shadows.
“That’s Dowoon. He doesn’t talk much.” The one next to him clarifies. “I’m Xiumin. Or Minseok. But I’ll snap your neck if you call me that. I instruct.”
Um. Okay. Finally, Yugyeom turns his attention on the one he did know, Jungkook, the one with the mischievous smile, cracked lips and dark eyes that had been waiting impatiently and tapping his foot the entire time.
He’s still staring at Yugyeom when Yoongi clears his throat and prods his side. Jungkook glares at him, and finally opens his mouth, “Did you know Yoongi can tell the future?” He asks. Yugyeom didn’t know shit, so, okay, “You should ask him for your fortune.”
The adult turns to glower at him, but Jungkook just won’t take his eyes off of Yugyeom, so he feels he has to reply, “Okay, tha-“
“I’m Jungkook. Hi.”
“Hi.” He rips his eyes off of him and gives a small wave to the rest of them, “My name is Yugyeom.” He wants to add, I’m not supposed to be here, but, what is here exactly?
“Beautiful. Let’s all be seated. We’ll be served shortly.” Yoongi says, and everybody goes back to their respective seats around the table, but Jungkook whispers something to Dowoon and suddenly there’s a free seat next to the oddly enamored Jungkook, so Yugyeom sits down.
Shortly was right, because as soon as Yugyeom settles in, a door is pushed open and a man carrying a pot, still with oven mits, bursts through. Every single hair is out of place, and it seems like he might drop it, but the pot clashes against the table, the side with Xiumin seated next to Yoongi, and only a little bit of liquid sloshes out.
This guy. Now this guy makes him nervous. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and his heart speed up. Yoongi notices his staring and coughs. The chef glances over to Yugyeom.
“Oh! It’s you.” He puts on a smile. It’s normal enough, so why does he feel so disturbed? The off-putting feeling reminds him of his last couple of days at home. Just constantly on edge. “I’m Namjoon, hello.” He swallows and manages a nod. Namjoon’s grin gets wider and he turns away, “I’ll join you all in a second, hold on.”
Jungkook is staring at him again. He’s this close to telling him to knock it off, but this so-called-Namjoon left a bad feeling in his chest. Jungkook places his head in his palm, presenting his creepy-toothy grin, “Oh, Namjoon. Isn’t he so cute? Don’t you just wanna devour him?”
Yoongi’s gaze is immediately on them. “Jungkook. Manners. I apologize, Yugyeom. He is always like this.” He mutters, just as Namjoon re-enters and places plates of what Yugyeom thinks is raw meat-but he could be wrong, it could be badly cooked in front of Yeri and Jungkook, who starts picking at it, finally pulling his eyes off of Yugyeom. Namjoon slides into a seat next to Yoongi, and dinner begins.
Afterwards Yoongi walks him to his room, explaining that independence will come gradually. Yugyeom couldn’t understand why he couldn’t talk with the others a bit more, but as he opens the door there’s a new table in the middle, a old school record player and a box of records atop his bed.
Huh. Okay.
Yoongi smiles at him, perfect teeth and all. “The clock shouldn’t drive you crazy now. Curfew is in an hour, so all lights and music off. I’ll trust you can follow the most basic of rules.”
And he’s alone. With a record player.
Yugyeom’s always found comfort in music, even in these trash ass smooth jazz selections whomever stuffed into his room. He can enjoy it. It fits the mood, because the window is sorta frozen over and he can see snow falling softly outdoors. He wishes he had something to properly sketch with, to properly remember the scene, convey it’s quiet, frozen beauty with melodic overtures. But all he has are a few loose papers and scattered pencils.
He was always a cold weather guy, too. He’d rather be cold than hot, and he wants to explore the mountaintop he’s been left on, but considering Yoongi walked him to his room, rules are strict. And the iron bars that Yugyeom had caught on one of the back doors out the cabin, the same on the attic doors, made him, probably too nervous. So the only option was the front door and...He’ll just listen to the damned smooth jazz, picking out his notebook and sketching. He likes wings, beautiful over-detailed, too complicated to fly with, but amazing to draw. He’s not sure if he’d like to fly, he’s always been a little too grounded but maybe if he stuck his head in the clouds...
The hour winds down and Yugyeom has to search for his pajamas. They were a pair that Jinyoung had bought him for Christmas once. He liked them very much. And were a great reminder that he still didn’t know where Jinyoung went.
Out of his brother’s friends, Jinyoung was definitely his favourite because he didn’t treat him strangely and, well...Well, whatever.
The clocks inane ticking resumes as he stops the record player, and turns off the lamp. It may not have an outlet, but it had a switch. He’s not sure at all how he’s going to sleep with the clock’s tick tick ticking, and he’s been tossing for, only the clock knows how long when there’s quiet tapping against his door.
He springs up immediately, that’s how desperate he was for a different noise. He wanders to the door as the tapping continues, and finally opens it-slightly enough to peek out, only to be faced with,
Well, who else would it be?
Jungkook stares up at him, same meaningless smile. “Lemme in. Come on, don’t just stand there.” He whispers, a hand on the door, beckoning Yugyeom to open it.
He does so, not really thinking about it, and Jungkook closes it behind him.
Being alone in the dark with this creep makes him worried, and the only thing keeping him from attempting to jump out the window are, A) The iron bars framing the drawn back curtains that make him incessantly uncomfortable, and B) He wasn’t going unless he could bring his luggage, too. Those are good clothes.
Despite Yugyeom glaring him down, Jungkook looks across the room, and finally settles on his bed, kicking back and forth. “My room is across from yours.” He explains, and then focuses his gaze on the clock, “That thing is annoying.”
“What are you?” Yugyeom asks. Jungkook tears his eyes off the clock and to Yugyeom. The uncomfortable feeling comes back, but nothing was as bad as the unsettling feeling Namjoon had given him, so he handles it. Yugyeom knew supernatural creatures...people existed, just, many were in exile, and this place was so strange, no way this guy was normal. Any of them, really. He’s obviously been put in the wrong place...
“What am I? What are you? I can’t pin you down.” He stands and is back in Yugyeom’s personal space in seconds. He reaches a hand out for his arm, but Yugyeom flinches away, “You barely said anything at dinner, and I wanna know more. Tell me.”
The hell is this shit? “I’m human..I’m not fucking-”
“Sure, you are. The energy’s all wrong.” Jungkook grasps his other hand, too quickly for Yugyeom to shy away, and brings it right to his lips. His hands were cold. His lips were cold. “Besides, I don’t wanna eat you, so you’re obviously not human. At least...not fully.”
The fuck? What the fuck? Was this an elaborate prank by Jaebum, or has a god finally forsaken him and placed him in a personal hell?
Jungkook sighs, and drops his hand, “Do you know how hard it is to just not attack Namjoon? Yoongi really is a cruel god.”
Whaaat the fuck, what the fuck-
“Yugyeom?”
He’ll ask again, “What are you?”
“Seriously? Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners?”
“My brother takes care of me.” Yeah, and the same brother who just, shipped him away...Oh, goddamn.
“Interesting!” Jungkook exclaims. Yugyeom tries not to snarl. “Ooh, feisty. I wonder just what you are,” He hums, “Let’s do something.”
“Do something?” They were supposed to be sleeping. “Something like what?”
“Let’s go outside.” He pauses, “Wait, the cold might harm your human sensibilities. Hmmm...I guess we should-“
“I like the cold-“
“You do?” He laughs, “Do you know how cold it is out there?”
“I’d just need my coat...” He mutters, Jungkook laughs again and clasps his shoulder.
“Let’s try it. Get your coat and follow me. Be quiet.” He walks right out of the room, and Yugyeom scrambles for his coat, that luckily, he had tossed into a chair by the door and heads out the room, shutting it behind him. Jungkook was just a few feet ahead.
As it turns out they’re just heading out the front door. Yugyeom gets a feeling he shouldn’t trust these people so easily, but it’s not like he lied, he just wasn’t...clear?
He steps outside and immediately starts shivering, and the snow is suffocating. This was more than cold..but he couldn’t decipher it. Jungkook, however, still in his pajamas and barefoot, seemed to relish in it, spreading his arms, smiling.
He glances back to him, “I have a place to show you.”
“What? Why...” Yugyeom heads forward, but Jungkook beats him to it, already by his side.
“Hmm, you’re cold, so that knocks out some options.” He muses, and then grabs his arm. “You won’t freeze as long as you’re with me.”
The cabin actually did have a pathway, swallowed by snow. Jungkook seemed to know where he was going anyways and they start to head down the hill into the wintery brush. The sky was pitch black, excluding two visible stars, which Yugyeom finds strange because they were definitely into the country, but he doesn’t dwell on it.
At the bottom of the hill is a small forest and Jungkook leads him into it. Despite his promise that Yugyeom wouldn’t freeze, he couldn’t feel his hands and they weren’t out for that long, either. Not that he’s paying attention to the passage of time, a little difficult with an unidentifiable sky. If he were considering escaping under the cover of night, he’d need an elaborate plan.
As they wander through the forest, they finally come across a clearing, with a small frozen lake in the middle. The only light, as supplied by the moon, shone through, hitting the ice, and wow
Jungkook lets go of his arm, finally, and Yugyeom strangely enough feels warmth flowing back in. His companion turns back to him, and Yugyeom realizes this is his element. Inside, with the surrounding warmth, and incessant heat, he stuck out, uncomfortable and it showed. However, walking barefoot in the snow through the moonlight, it suddenly didn’t seem that uncertainty was possible for him. His dark eyes, that were way too dark inside had a pretty shine against the glimmer of the snow, and his awkward in-between hair clung to the shadows and accentuated his, unexpectedly sharp cheekbones. It’s just...
“Wow...”
He’s staring, though, because Jungkook is staring back, similar in wonder. He looks away first, turning to the clearing and lake.
“Come look at this-“ Their fingers brush together as he points upwards, the hole in the clearing, “This is the only place you can see the moon.”
And it’s beautiful indeed, the icy-blue undertones surrounding them blending with the silver and darkness of the surrounding trees, the snow with a subtle blue glow and the lake a perfect crystal reflection. They approach the bank of the lake, the chill really taking over his body, finding it harder to move.
He really just wants to touch the ice, though, it’s reflection is off, lowering himself to the ground as Jungkook watches, reaching out, and...and...
Yugyeom wakes up cold, to the clock’s ticking. And he’s confused, because, how did he get back here? Was he dreaming? No...
There’s a tick-no, a knock, against the door, and he sits up, running a hand through his hair. It’s messy, and he needed a haircut. He pulls at it and a few white strands fall out. That’s...weird.
The knock sounds again, “Yugyeom? It’s Yoongi. Breakfast in five, okay?”
He springs out of bed and searches for something. Anything. Not too difficult because, luckily, all his clothes are clean and he can walk out of the room with two minutes to spare and Sooyoung, the one with the clear voice with her ear to his door.
She hops away as it opens, hair in her face, but Yugyeom can piece it together.
“Hi!” She breathes, “Er, um, good morning.”
“Good morning?”
She points upwards, “Your hair...”
His hair...He pulls at it again, “What about it?”
“It’s um...” She shakes her head, “It’s not that noticeable. Let’s go down to breakfast.” She gestures for him to go in front of her, and they head down the hallway. She’s looking at him, but Yugyeom avoids her gaze, planting his eyes to the ground.
It’s quiet when they reach the stairs, but, “Soo...” She hums, “Like, what are you?”
“What are you?” He asks sharply. She bobs her head again, hair flying, hopping down the stairs and glancing at him,
“Part banshee. From my momma’s side.” They reach the bottom of the stairwell, and she grabs on to the banister, crossing her legs over, holding the top, “Can’t scream, but I can predict death!” She waves her hand, her hair falls in her face again. She doesn’t even make a move to adjust it, “Your turn, fresh meat.”
She’s supposedly a banshee...but she can’t do the one thing banshees are known for? Okay...He jumps from a stair up and lands, walking right past her. She twirls on the banister to face him, “I’m human, as far as I know.” He turns to grin at her, but she’s already hopped off and returned to his side,
“Human, huh? Don’t let the wendigo know.” She walks ahead of him, to the aforementioned breakfast nook, muttering some things he can’t catch, but he does hear, “Human with a frozen streak Elsa would be jealous of.” She snickers at her joke, continuing on.
He heads into the room, and there are a few missing people, but it seems to be the same set up from dinner. Yeri and Changkyun aren’t there, but Jungkook’s face lights up as soon as he enters.
He leans forward, resting his face in his palm as soon as Yugyeom sits, “Have a good night?”
Speaking of, “What the hell happened, last night?” He whispers, leaning in close, and Jungkook only gives him a toothy grin,
“I had a brilliant dream. You were there.” His grin gets wider and he finally tears his eyes off of his face, “Huh. That wasn’t there last night.”
“Is it the hair?” He groans. Jungkook nods. He pushes out of his chair, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Aww—wait—“
The bathroom was cleaner than expected for a couple of teenagers and however old Yoongi, Namjoon and Xiumin were. He gets to the mirror and stares. He analyzes his face, first, because he’s a little worried about what could have happened to his hair. He looks. Exactly the same to yesterday. Maybe a little sleep deprived because he felt like he didn’t get a good night’s rest, at least. He looks a day older. Now, his hair,
“I look like the goddamned bride of Frankenstien...” He mutters, getting closer and pulling. One, solid, white strip to the side where he’d usually part his bangs. “What the hell is this...?”
//
Jaebum’s been in this phone booth for an hour now. He had one number to try, and he never picked up, but why not try now? He needed somebody...He needed answers. Maybe, he’s being a bit extreme. But...
His car is parked outside, on the road. He’s kind of in the middle of nowhere. Since yesterday. He stopped off at home, after Yugyeom a shift at that hellhole of a diner, and drove right back out to the mountains under night cover, to the first pay phone he saw, for no particular reason other than it felt closer...to everything he missed, heavenly mountains be dammed.
It was early morning, so peaks of sunlight were starting to appear over the horizon of the mountain range and also he had been in this phone booth for an hour. Sitting.
It wasn’t the cold that was getting to him-he was a natural furnace. It was the audacity.
Put a curse on him-no, not even him, his family, and now you won’t even pick up? He had to have something to do with it—Smooth moves, Nephilim. A curse, not in the literal sense, no, he couldn’t possibly manage that, right, but...nothing’s been right since he left.
He couldn’t stand to be at his house, right now. Too many bad memories, and too many things that would make him sad. God, he’s pathetic.
He sighs, dropping the phone off the line and slumping against the glass wall. Empty home, empty life. There’s a low fog hanging, perhaps due to the humidity. Perhaps something else. Maybe if he took a few steps, he could disappear into another realm. A parallel universe where he was normal would be great, thanks. He didn’t have to drive all the way out here for a phone call, but he just feels drawn to these, empty, lonely spaces where anything can happen with just a bit of magic. At night, when the moon finally rises, who knows what universe you’d be thrust into?
Once again, hoping for a good old parallel universe where he was normal. Maybe, with those little things needed for perfection. Like nice weather, or a steady income.
The line’s beeping knocks him straight out of his trance as it swings by him. That means...
He yanks the cord to him and puts the phone to his ear, “My love, you’ve called. What is it you wish?”
“Cut it out. What game are you playing?” He mutters, there’s a laugh. “God, you’re so dramatic.”
“Thank you.” He can just see the smile curling upwards. A little sinister a little too sweet to be convincing.
He tries again, but he knows affection is bleeding through his voice. “Please tell me what you want. What you know.”
“Nothing much, only everything you’ve taken from me. I just want to...to...” He doesn’t finish, pausing, but continues with no issue. “...is that so bad?” The voice growls. Jaebum draws back from the phone, cringing at the pure hatred slipping out.
“The fuck is this Shakespearean drama you’re putting on? Jinyoung...”
The voice groans. Jaebum knows he’s rolling his eyes. That cute way, when his nose wrinkles up too.“Jaebum...you’ve ruined me. Let me have this, you dick. I want you to be empty.”
“How is your fall, my fault? You’re straight delusional. I thought you were dead, and here you are. Playing god.” He says, and Jinyoung scoffs over the end, so he’ll change his approach. “Listen, fine. Shit talk me, but what did you do to my brother?” He breathes, “He was fine. What did you do?”
“Nothing that wouldn’t have happened. Your bloodline is poison. You know this. There’s nothing wrong with speeding up the process. All you need is the right catalyst. You know that well, don’t you?”
He’s done his best at trying to internalize his heartbreak, but Jinyoung talking like this...it hurts, it really does. “You’ve...you’ve really fucking lost it.” He says, half believing.
“Oh, like I haven’t heard that before. You’re so clever, you devil.”
“Jinyoung...” He sighs, leaning back onto the glass, pressing maybe too hard to be comfortable. “You need help.”
“Do you know what I’ve gone through for you, you goddamn—do you even—forget it.” His voice has a deadly bite Jaebum knows he couldn’t dream of imitating. And that he...well, none of this seems like Jinyoung—his Jinyoung, none of it, but...
He wants to say something like, I miss you. But that probably wouldn’t play out in his favor. God, he hates being toyed with like this. Jinyoung could just play him like a game, still. “If you hate me so much-“
“Hate you? On the contrary. I...” He stops, taking in a short breath, like even he’s surprised at his words. Jaebum nearly drops the phone from his hands. His words draw up deep, deep feelings in his chest that he doesn’t know what to do with. He’d like to lock it away, but Jinyoung comes back with a silky laugh that stops his heart again, disbelieving, a little unhinged. “Love you. I guess I still love you. Do you love me too?”
It’s quiet, save for their breathing. Jaebum murmurs into the receiver, “Do you see the sunrise?”
The line goes dead. He’s alone again.
//
Yugyeom’s not happy and it shows when he re-enters the dining room, only to be faced with a full table. Excluding Yeri. Changkyun was face first against the table, and Namjoon was serving...waffles?
Jungkook looks absolutely disgusted, poking at it with his fork as Yugyeom sits down. As he sits, he notices that Yoongi actually wasn’t there, and it was another guy chatting to Namjoon as he buzzed around the table.
Namjoon finally breaks, “Hobi, could you go sit somewhere? I’m glad you’re visiting but...”
The other man frowns, looking away, “Oh! No..totally, I’m sorry.” He lifts his gaze towards Jungkook and Yugyeom, “Whose this?”
The chef glances over, “That’s just Yugyeom. We got him yesterday.”
He bounces to them over as soon as Namjoon finishes the sentence, sticking out his hand. “Jung Hoseok, clairvoyant at your service. I didn’t see you at all, you curious little creature.” Weird. He leans downwards, “Just what are you?”
Jungkook also invades his personal space, but in defense. “Hyung, you fuckin’ creep. Mine. Leave him alone.”
He laughs immediately, drawing away at glancing to Namjoon. “Mine? Are you teaching these kids how to share?”
“You know how his type is. Leave it alone, he’s a good kid.” He mutters, passing to Yugyeom and placing something on his plate. He suddenly feels a chill, remembering how uncomfortable Namjoon had made him, though he seemed like a kind guy.
“My type?” Jungkook slams his hands on the table, “That’s rude, take it back.”
“He’s defending you, brat.” A new voice chimes in, belonging to Xiumin as he enters, hair still unkempt and clearly tired. “You should learn to control that icy temper of yours.”
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” He shoots back and Xiumin immediately growls,
“Listen here, you little-“
Dahyun holds up a hand, curls falling down her face, “Please, no fighting at breakfast. I just wanna eat.”
Changkyun chimes in, voice muffled by the table “Seconded.”
Xiumin exhales, and Yugyeom swears he can see smoke, but that ends the argument as he sits and Jungkook leans back into his seat. Hoseok glances between the three, before returning to Namjoon, pestering him once again.
Yoongi eventually appears, hair combed and composed, but with deep bags under his eyes. “Good morning, everybody. Let’s get right into it.”