“Hey Jiminie, let’s be pirates today!” Taehyung called to Jimin across the dorm. He bounced over to the younger, his hair still ruffled from sleep. A radiant smile shined from his face.
Jimin yawned, his hand still on the bedroom doorknob. he rubbed his eyes with his other hand. He felt Taehyung tug on his sleeve. “Sure,” he grinned. In the kitchen annexe, Seokjin smiled in a motherly way and shook his head.
The other members awoke to the sound of ‘ARR, I”LL GET YOU’s and “OH NO YOU DONT, YA SWASHBUCKLING DECK-SCRUBBER’.
Namjoon stumbled out of his room, his hair and face a mess. He latched one hand onto Taehyung’s foot. “SHUT UP YOU TWO, FOR GODS SAKE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!”
His roar brought Yoongi and Hoseok out of their room. Yoongi squinted sleepily at the idiot pair, whom Namjoon seemed to be yelling at. “Shut up, Namjoon, it’s too early for this noise,” he said scratchily as he shuffled to the kitchen to nag Seokjin for food.
Hoseok, on the other hand, raced straight for the bathroom. The click of the bathroom lock occurred only four seconds after his bedroom door opened.
Meanwhile, Jimin and Namjoon were tug-o-waring with Taehyung as the rope. He wailed pitifully as Namjoon gripped his left foot and, still yelling about free time and peace and quiet, pulled one way, while Jimin, clutching at Taehyung’s right arm, dragged him the other. Taehyung was left strung out between the two, balancing precariously on one foot and yelling his head off.
Seokjin, used to the chaotic and noisy mornings with Bangtan, fended off Yoongi’s pleas for food and his sticky hands which seemed everywhere, stealing spoonfuls of soup and sneaking bits off the chopping board and into his mouth. “Jin, I told you to make me omelette yesterday– why haven’t you made it yet– Jiiinnn–”
Seokjin batted away Yoongi’s hand, which was reaching for the dish of chicken on the counter. “Yoongi, there aren’t any eggs left- if you want omelette, go buy some eggs from the store.”
Yoongi huffed and turned away, opting to be lazy instead. He shuffled towards the couch.
At that moment, Hoseok decided to barrel out of the bathroom with a yell of ‘REFRESHED’ –straight into Yoongi, then straight into the couch. The two lay there, stunned by the impact, before Yoongi shoved Hoseok off with a grumble of ‘why do I even live here’. Hoseok immediately bounced up and worried over Yoongi like a bee with a flower.
Seokjin decided that it was a safe time to leave to food and wake Jungkook up, seeing as Yoongi had planted his butt into the couch- for the whole day, no doubt. He shook his head at the Tae-o-war and entered Jungkook’s room. With an icy-cold bottle of water.
Jungkook’s yell startled the place to a standstill, with Taehyung poised between Namjoon and Jimin, and Hoseok hovering over Yoongi, who had his hands on his chest, in the act of shoving him away. Jungkook came out of the door, spluttering swearwords and wiping water from his eyes. Seokjin appeared behind him and stopped at the sight of everyone who was not Jungkook.
It all looked like a giant innuendo.
Seokjin shrugged and turned back to the kitchen.
Jungkook made it to the bathroom and started washing his stinging eyes out- with more water.
Yoongi succeeded in pushing Hoseok off and growled at him to keep away. He picked up the TV remote and began his daily routine of pointless channel surfing.
Hoseok, reassured by Yoongi’s indifference and the fact that they fell on the couch, leapt to the Tae-o-war with a yell and started tickling Taehyung’s exposed midriff. Jimin leapt to Hoseok’s aid, giggling and tickling his foot. Taehyung writhed on the ground, the three roaring with laughter. Namjoon turned to face the wall and hit his head on it multiple times.
Seokjin, having laid out the food on the table, went to rouse Yoongi from the couch. Not that there was much hope of that. The daily argument ensued, the topic being whether Yoongi did sport or not (“Channel surfing, it’s called! I am doing exercise!”).
Jungkook came out of the bathroom and was attacked immediately by the idiot pair. Cushions flew at him from all sides. Jungkook gave a shriek. He grabbed a pillow and started hitting Taehyung with it. Taehyung giggled and fell on the couch next to Yoongi, shielding himself with his arms. Jimin floofed at Jungkook’s back with a cushion. He gave a theatrical sigh. “Aish, Jungkookie~ why do you do this to me… I’m supposed to be defending Taetae, but aish you’re too cute-”
Namjoon gave up on beating up the wall with his head. He went and slumped at the table, already tired in the first few minutes of his waking day. Seokjin passed Namjoon slowly. He was dragging Yoongi along on the ground, attempting to get him to sit at the table. “Yoongi, get up! Sit on the chair- ay, you’re like a three year old-”
Jungkook, tired out from the one-sided pillow fight, dropped his pillow and sat at the table. He grabbed his bowl and chopsticks and became a windmill of arms, snatching up food and scarfing it down. Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi, (whom had roused himself enough to sit in a chair) with chopsticks suspended in the air between their bowls and mouths, stared at Jungkook, who was working his way through his second bowl with a fanatical speed.
Jimin and Taehyung both wandered to the table in the middle of breakfast. Everyone had settled down enough to talk in moderate levels. Somehow the conversation turned to gross topics, with Jimin and Taehyung competing on who could make Jungkook lose his appetite the most. Nothing was working on the hungry maknae (although it seemed to be extremely effective on everyone else).
Kim Namjoon, the rap monster and forever pissed off leader of Bangtan.
Kim Seokjin, the Pink Princess and Mario fan, king of cooking.
Min Yoongi, the couch potato and beat master of the studio.
Jung Hoseok, with the thousand-watt smile and crazyslick moves.
Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae and the sleeping beauty.
Park Jimin, the charm and the bagel boy and one half of the idiot pair.
Kim Taehyung, the weird, cute alien and the other half of the idiot pair.
(doublE UPDATE YASS WHOO AMAZING COMPLIMENT ME)
what even? happened to this? it was? supposed to be? vmin??