The first thing Chan-woo noticed as he begun to slowly stir from his sleep was how strangely refreshed his body felt. He frowned as he remembered the late night he had had with Daniel and wondered how it was even possible to feel so refreshed. A yawn overtook him before he turned onto his side and brought the blanket that had slid down back over him. The living room in which he lay was mostly quiet, he could sense at least one person was in the room with him from the soft noises that floated to him from the kitchen or kitchen table.

Part of him wondered why he hadn't been woken up yet, unless of course it was still early in the morning. His body felt cold which caused shivers to run up and down his spine, goosebumps formed on his skin. Chan-woo yawned once more and turned back on to his back, feeling restless the longer he lay still. Slowly he opened his eyes and allowed his sight to adjust to the bright light that poured in through the windows.

Chan-woo stretched his arms above his head and hyper-tensed his legs as his body tried to wake itself up from the quality sleep he had had. Yet another yawn came over him while he slowly lifted himself up into a seated position. He rubbed his eyes free from sleep before he looked around the quiet room. Sat at the table was an exhausted looking Min Yoongi slowly eating a bowl of food and beside him was the one and only Jeon Jungkook who was busy on his phone.

"Morning Yoongi Hyung," quietly said Chan-woo as he stood up from the couch. "Do you know what we have planned for today?"

"Day off," the eldest in the room replied with no emotion, eyes never left the bowl before him.

Head tilted in confusion, he frowned at Yoongi after the response he had received. It felt like there was something off about him this morning. Perhaps he had spent the night working on some songs again. Or maybe he didn't sleep well. Or, and he hated to think it, maybe the older was slowly reverting back to his cold self that he first treated him with. Chan-woo scratched the back of his neck nervously before he walked away to grab his phone.

He of course didn't want to think like that, but he had been so used to being let down by others that he didn't want to get his hopes up anymore. Chan-woo could simply be overthinking things or he could be spot on. He tried to chase the intrusive thoughts away by rationalising the older was merely tired as he picked his phone up from its wall charger and walked back over to the couch.

As he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and got comfortable seated cross-legged on the couch, Chan-woo's eyes caught sight of a text he had received. A smile spread across his face as he unlocked his phone and opened the text sent from Daniel only an hour ago. His heart boomed loudly in his ear and his face grew hot as he read and reread the sweet message from the other.

Danny:
Good morning Channie-ah! I hope you have a better day today. Remember I am one text or call away if anything happens again. And I hope you managed to sleep well after the big day you had yesterday. Talk to you soon! :)

Chan-woo didn't realise how big his smile had grown as he thought of a reply he could send. It warmed his heart how caring the older was towards him. He was the first real person he felt he could truly tell everything and let him know his struggles. He didn't even have that type of relationship with his old boss from his hometown. There was just something different he felt whenever he was with or interacting with Daniel.

Chan-woo:
Thank you so much, Danny Hyung! I just woke up, had a sleep in. I found out we have the day off so I plan on resting as much as I can today. Thank you so much again for last night. Have a good day at work today :)

Just as he placed his phone down in his lap with a massive smile still on his face, Chan-woo noticed someone walking passed him. He looked up to see Hoseok go passed with a head full of messy bed hair. He frowned as the other neither looked his way nor spoke to him. What was up with Yoongi and Hoseok today? Something was definitely different with the two of them, and he didn't think it was just tiredness.

"Good morning Hoseok Hyung," he said quietly, smile gone and his heart raced for an entirely different reason.

He watched as Hoseok turned around in the kitchen to face him. The two stared at each other for a few seconds before the older nodded his head and returned to what he was previously doing. With his back now turned towards Chan-woo, the younger allowed his frown to only deepen as his concerns grew. His eyes travelled to the table where Yoongi was still looking anywhere but him and the maknae of the group was glaring daggers at him.

Averting his gaze to his phone, Chan-woo allowed a small sigh to pass his lips. He couldn't think of anything that would have caused the two to suddenly be distant and almost cold towards him. Nothing in the past day came to mind as he thought harder, neither anything in the last few days. He nervously tapped his index finger along the side of his phone as his eyes glazed over and his mind became entrapped in vicious, untrue accusations.

Surely he had done something, maybe even something small, to cause this. Had he said something wrong? Had he perhaps looked at one of them in a wrong way? Had he just been too much of a burden and they came to realise that overnight? His heart dropped as he thought how this was always the way things seemed to turn out for him. He knew he couldn't rely on anyone. He knew he shouldn't have shared his pathetic life with anyone. There's no undoing that now though.

A person suddenly walked in to Chan-woo's line of vision which caused him to shake the thoughts away and look up at the person. Like all of the others in the room, Namjoon didn't pay him any attention as he made his way into the kitchen. Feeling self-conscious and insignificant all of a sudden, he tightened the blanket around his shoulders which hid his neck and jumper from view.

"Good morning Hyungs, morning Kookie," smiled Namjoon as he sat at the table with what looked and smelt like toast.

"Morning Joonie Hyung!" Jungkook smiled brightly at the leader.

"Good morning," nodded Hoseok with a smile before he continued eating.

"Morning," mumbled Yoongi as he looked the other up and down with a frown. "What has you in such a good mood?"

"PD-nim Hyung texted me to say we are seeing the new house this afternoon," the leader smiled happily and laughed at the reactions from the other three. "We get to go around and see if it is a place we'd like to move to or not."

"I'm sure any place would be better than here," scoffed Yoongi, the tiniest smile reached the corner of his lips.

Chan-woo's heart dropped as he watched and listened to the interaction. Seeing the two engage with Namjoon crushed him. He came to the realisation he had in fact done something to upset or anger them. He frowned as he watched Hoseok's aura brighten up and Yoongi make eye contact with the other three at the table. But none of them looked his way, none of them made an effort to include him, none of them acknowledged his presence.

"What time will we need to be there by?" Hoseok asked with a smile on his face.

"It is at 2pm," the other answered.

"Great, more time to relax," hummed Yoongi as he stood up and cleaned up after himself.

In his lap, Chan-woo had started to nervously tap his phone once more. He chewed on his bottom lip as his mind was consumed with anxiety. He tuned the conversations out while he processed the information of the days plans as well as the shift in attitude Hoseok and Yoongi had had when not interacting with him. There was no way in his mind that he could stay there for almost six hours under that environment.

Shrugging the blanket off of himself, Chan-woo stood up and pocketed his phone before he stretched his back. He leant down and folded the blanket up neatly. He grabbed the pillow and took it over to his duffle bag to store for the day. As he squatted down overlooking his clothing options for the day, he couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to kill time. Maybe he would explore the surrounding streets or find a coffee shop to call his second home.

He stood up and walked away to the bathroom with arms full of clean clothes and his toiletries bag. Chan-woo made sure the door was locked before he undressed himself and put on the new outfit. He had chosen black skinny jeans, a tight fitting black shirt that had some bad-ass looking characters from a show he had never watched on it, and his only black winter coat since he could feel how cold it was that morning.

Chan-woo looked over the top half of himself in the mirror and smiled slightly. For a rare change, he thought he looked rather cute in the outfit he had chosen, if he could say so himself. He brushed his hair to the side with his hairbrush, before quickly brushing his teeth so he could get going. As he wiped his mouth dry from the water, he noticed his bruise on his neck wasn't as visible as it had been the day before. It was still there evidently, but you had to look closer to notice it.

Gathering all of the items, he walked out of the bathroom and over to his duffle bag. He placed the folded clothes under the bag like he always did and the toiletry bag back in its spot. Chan-woo adjusted his position so he was sat on the ground as he grabbed a pair of socks and put them on. He then grabbed his shoes, slipped them on with ease, before he dragged his backpack over to himself. He double checked he had his headphones and wallet  in it before he stood up and put it on his back.

He tapped his fingers against his thigh as he thought about how he could find out the address. He didn't, more like couldn't, ask Bang PD-nim because that would raise suspicion. And none of the other boys had his phone number and he didn't have theirs. He lent done, opened up one of the plastic bags and pulled out his notepad and pen. He tore off a page and scribbled his number down on it.

Chan-woo put his notepad and pen away before he stood up and turned around. He looked over at the table where the four boys still were. He folded the paper in half and unconsciously tapped it against his hands as he decided who to give it to. After he took a deep breath in, he forced himself to walk over to the table and stood next to the end where Yoongi and Namjoon were. He slid the paper over to Yoongi and fidgeted with his hands as he waited for the eldest's attention.

"What's that?" Hoseok asked, seeing as Yoongi chose to stay quiet and not look up at Chan-woo.

"My number," he said quietly as he looked at Hoseok, before he looked down at Yoongi. "Can one of you two please text me the address for the house. I'm going out until we need to meet there."

"Sure," answered Hoseok with a small nod and a strained smile on his face.

"Thanks," he said before he turned around and walked out of the apartment.

His heartbeat thudded loudly in his chest as he closed the door behind him and walked over to the elevator. A frown formed on his face while he fished his headphones out from backpack. Chan-woo replayed the scene in his head over and over as he stepped into the elevator and descended down to the ground floor. His heart sunk every time Yoongi refused to look at or acknowledge him. His frown deepened every time Hoseok gave him that strained smile.

Chan-woo didn't care for how Namjoon or Jungkook had looked at him. He didn't have any kind of relationship with them, unlike the other two. It broke his heart how cold they had acted towards him all morning. He had seen them acting completely fine towards the leader and the maknae. Clearly something had happened, something had shifted, and he was back to square one of everyone hating him.

The fresh air hit his face as he walked out into the street. The cold brisk wind blew his hair around which made him smile as he knew he would have to smooth it out later. Chan-woo looked down each side of the street before he decided to head in the opposite direction from the company. He had never really explored or seen the surrounding area expect for his walk on the way to the BigHit Entertainment building.

He turned the music up loudly as he leisurely strolled down the pathway, eyes scanned the nearby shops. A smile spread upon his face as his stomach protested in an angry rumble, his body's way of telling him he was yet to eat breakfast. He pulled out his phone and logged into his banking app as he continued to walk. His eyebrows rose as he saw his pay had finally landed in his account overnight. It was way more than he had expected to have.

As Chan-woo looked up, his eyes happened to land upon a busy café across the street. He decided he would treat himself to some breakfast and a beverage to celebrate officially finishing his training and getting his first pay. Carefully, he crossed the busy street full of cars, before he walked up to the big establishment and joined the line. His eyes were lit with wonder as he scanned over all the options, never seeing such a thing back in his small hometown.

His heart begun to race in his chest as he got closer to the counter, still in two minds on what to get. Chan-woo wanted to try their hot chocolate to see if it was any good, but he was torn on whether to accompany that with a ham and cheese croissant or a toasted chicken, cheese and mayo sandwich. The line grew shorter with each second that passed, so he decided to take his headphones off by hanging them around his neck.

"How can I help you?" the lady behind the counter asked him as he stepped forward.

"May I have a larger hot chocolate and a, uh, a toasted chicken, cheese and mayo sandwich please," Chan-woo asked quietly, eyes darted between the menu on the boards and the lady that served him.

"Will that be takeaway or dine in?" she asked as she put the order through the computer screen.

"Ah," he said as he looked around the store. There were a few empty spots he could sit in, perhaps even work on some of his songs while he tried to kill time. "Dine in please."

"Alright, the total for a large hot chocolate and the toasted sandwich is $10.40," she smiled at him.

"Just on card," he said while he grabbed his wallet out of his backpack.

"Your order number is here at the top, just listen out for it. It shouldn't be too long," she passed him the receipt after the eftpos transaction had gone through successfully.

"Thank you," said Chan-woo as he bowed and walked away to a free booth.

Chan-woo took off his backpack before he slid into the booth with a small sigh. He didn't waste anytime as he took out his laptop and charger and set the two up closest to the window away from the edge of the table. He laid out the receipt beside the laptop and found the number at the top. He looked around the café to see most people were engrossed on their own devices, knowing he would soon join them.

In his pocket, he felt his phone vibrate. With a frown on his face, he pulled it out and turned on the lockscreen. Chan-woo saw he had a text from an unsaved number. He unlocked the phone and opened up the message, his frown only deepened as he read it.

Unsaved Number:
42 Wallaby Way. 2pm.

From what he knew of the group, the text sounded more like Yoongi than Hoseok. He knew that Yoongi was very short in his responses and rarely texted, so it made sense to Chan-woo that this was him. But he wondered to himself if there was a possibility it was Hoseok. After all, he was the only one that interacted with him that morning. He hummed to himself quietly as he started to type his reply.

Chan-woo:
Thank you so much! Is this Yoongi Hyung or Hoseok Hyung?

"55! Order 55!" a loud male voice drew his attention as he locked his phone and sighed.

Chan-woo snapped his head over to the counter to see a large drink and a plate with a steaming hot sandwich upon it. He grabbed his receipt before he walked up to the male server. He showed the number upon his receipt to which the other nodded, smiled and turned around without a word.

Chan-woo took his plate and drink back to his table, a smile graced his face as he smelt the sweet scent that floated up from his hot chocolate. His phone once again vibrated, another message had come through. He unlocked his phone and looked at the new text he had received, his heart raced as he read it.

Unsaved Number:
Hoseok.

Hoseok... Hoseok had sent him the text. Chan-woo's heart broke from the cold and distant response. Although it aligned with what he had received early that morning, it still hurt. It still hurt that what he once had with Yoongi and Hoseok had for whatever reason been ruined. He wondered as he locked his phone whether he could restore what they previously had or if it would never be the same.

Deciding to push away any more thoughts on the matter, Chan-woo picked up his cup of hot chocolate and blew on the steaming liquid. He would have all the time to think on the matter later. For now, he wanted to enjoy his first breakfast he brought with his pay and work hard on some songs. He took his first sip of the hot drink, eyes lit up as the delicious taste swirled around his taste buds.

Chan-woo placed his amazing hot chocolate down to allow it to cool some more and picked up his toasted sandwich, his mouth watered at the smell that floated into his nostrils. He took a bite and almost moaned out loud as the delightful taste exploded in his mouth. This chicken, cheese and mayo sandwich was perhaps one of the best he had ever had.

As he took another quick bite before he put it down, he knew he would definitely be back to this café as it was now his favourite local venue. Chan-woo put his headphones back over his ears and played some music from his phone. He felt more relaxed as he started up and logged onto his laptop. The more he focused on his food and work, the less he thought about the current situation that had been unfolding with his two Hyungs. He had all the time in the world to think about it later after all.