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Jungkook’s hair was dyed back to its natural color with the soft waves of black being a sharp contrast to the boy’s pink rabbit ears coming out of the top of his head and Yoongi smiled as he methodically dried his dongsaeng’s hair with the blow dryer. They were all so much older than they were when they first became, well them, but it was in moments like these where Jungkook seemed like the baby (actually young teenager) he had been all those years ago. Suddenly the peace of the evening was broken by the noisy entrance of Jimin and Taehyung into the living room.
“Bubble attack!” the oldest of the maknae shouted, laughing as multicolored bubbles burst from his palm causing the other ’95 liner to pantomime a very impressive death scene. Jungkook scrambled away from the second oldest to join in with the playtime, dramatically mourning Taehyung’s untimely death wile Namjoon flopped down in Jungkook’s abandoned spot, hair still wet as he had been the last to take a turn in the shower.
Yoongi chuckled softly as the leader whined and butted his head against the elder’s hand, asking for the same treatment the maknae had gotten. This wasn’t BTS’s mature and engaging leader RM, this was Kim Namjoon, the middle child of their little family.
“Jin-hyung and Hobi-ah almost done?” Yoongi asked, running his fingers through the younger’s hair. Namjoon just nodded and as the older was turning the hair dryer off, the remaining two members entered the room with food. Ever since moving out of the shared dorm they had what were essentially sleepovers at their apartments every so often which currently meant that had taken over Jin’s place for pizza, an ungodly amount of snacks, and some sort of Disney marathon that the maknae line had decided on.
The food was set up on the coffee table and the members gathered around as the opening scene of the first movie began to play, Jungkook’s ears twitching along to the beat of the music, something the other members cooed at constantly.
The problem arose in the middle of the second movie. Taehyung had been staring at Jimin from across the table, with it just now escalating to glaring. Everyone knew that Jimin was ignoring whatever messages his dongsaeng was sending him telepathically. V could only send messages, not receive responses which meant that whoever he was trying to talk to had to respond verbally which was probably what was going on here.
“Yah! Don’t call me pabo!” Jimin nearly shouted as he jumped to his feet, pointing accusingly at Taehyung.
The other boy also leapt to his feet, “You weren’t answering me!”
Jin groaned, “Taehyungie we talked about this. It’s fine to send us messages but you can’t call us stupid when we don’t respond.”
The younger boy pouted, “I was just trying to ask for one of the snacks, but I didn’t want to interrupt the movie.”
Jimin was also pouting but actually looked a little guilty, “I’m sorry, I was singing along in my head and I’m not sure if that messed up what you were sending me but that’s not what I was getting.”
Jin sighed again, gesturing for the two of them to hug, “Now hug and cuddle or whatever for the rest of the film. You fight again and the get-along shirt comes out.”
That made the whole group laugh and the two ‘95ers curled up together while everyone else adjusted to make room for them to move. Jungkook ended up draped across Hobi and Namjoon, demanding Hobi to scratch at the base of his rabbit ears. Jin rested his head on Suga’s shoulder and Namjoon may or may not have started softly tapping on their maknae’s butt and the back of his thighs to amuse himself. They would probably would all wake up sore in the morning, swearing never to fall asleep somewhere other than a bed ever again and they would all ignore the fact that they had said it before, and it would make no difference in the future.