JIMIN POV:

"Hyung where are the others?" I ask as I step into the kitchen, draping myself over Yoongi hyung's back and murmuring a good morning, kissing the back of his head.

He mumbles out a morning, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it down.

"Namjoon-ah said something about meeting up with someone for a book, some research stuff at work. Jin hyung has gone for his morning shoot, he won't be back for lunch, Taehyungie went to his studio- something about having a new project. Hobi went to wake Kookie an hour back but he's probably either fallen asleep with him, cuddling or both are in the shower together." He narrates dutifully in response to my question.

"And where's Jimin?" I tease.

I see his lips curve up when I turn to face him, head resting on his shoulder.

"Happily draped over his favourite hyung." He replies, turning his head to meet mine, moving forward to give me a greeting kiss.

"Now eat, breakfast will get cold." He says, patting the seat next to him, where he's got a plate waiting for me and gesturing to breakfast on the table.

I slide into the seat next him, smiling when he pours me a glass of juice and sets it down next to me.

"You're up late. Fun night?" he quips dryly, lips twitching when I flush, his eyes dropping to the very visible mark Jin hyung had left there last night, above the collar of my shirt.

His eyes rove down over the shirt I'm wearing, the one Jin hyung had discarded, left on the duvet as he left this morning- sees the way it gapes, eyes trailing at the wide neck of it.

"He must've left lots of them, you weren't very quiet." He says, voice calm and composed- as if they don't stir up memories of heated hands against my skin, the magnetic tug to each other, the fiery clash of lips, teeth, and tongue.

I flush, eyes dropping to the plate, fiddling with my fork.

He laughs.

"Eat up baby, I won't tease anymore." He says and though he's clearly finished with breakfast, he remains seated to give me company, piling more food on for me and sighing fondly when he wipes the corner of my mouth.

And he stays to help me clean up, we're debating whether or not we should take breakfast off the table when Kookie and Hobi hyung finally appear, Hobi hyung looking softly towards the sleepy baby he's tugged out with him.

"It took that long to get him out of bed?" I ask incredulously.

Hobi hyung nods.

"So I lay there with him and promised I'd go to cheer him on at the arcade." He says, eyes all fond and soft as he begins filling Kookie's plate before his own, watching him eat slowly before tucking in himself.

"Thanks for breakfast hyung, we'll clear up." he says. Hyung nods before leaving, and I once again find myself seated at the table, this time sitting there to pour hyung coffee and to get Kookie a glass of banana milk, which he sips at- smiling at me with his shining eyes, that are slowly becoming more awake.

"Thank you hyung." He says after swallowing a mouthful.

"Welcome baby. So why do you need cheering on?" I ask, propping my hand up on my fist.

His eyes become filled with determination, chewing at his mouthful with more visible ire.

"Someone beat my top score. And I can't exactly challenge (Y/N) when I'm not even number one." he grumbles with a cute pout.

"Who?" Hobi hyung asks.

"Someone called S. Who on earth is S and where did they come from? The margin of points is so high, it seems impossible to get it." He mumbles, setting down his utensils to take his glass instead.

"Aigoo...our golden maknae will do it. I'll come too to cheer you on too baby." I say, stepping up to get rid of the empty plates and cup. He nods rising with me.

"But what if I can't?" he says, looking extremely put-out by the thought.

"Then we're there until you can." Hyung replies pecking his cheek and squeezing his waist as he moves by, coaxing a smile out of him.

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"Kook-ah, maybe it's time for a break." I suggest, watching as he frowns in determination, eyes glued to the screen as he waits for the scores to come up.

He shakes his head distractedly, letting out a pained annoyed groan when his points do go higher slightly but still not enough to push him into first place.

"Kookie, Jiminie is right- how about a break? Lunch at the diner across, my treat?" Hobi hyung says, stepping closer.

Kookie sighs, nodding as he steps off the machine, looking extremely dejected as we leave but by the time we've had lunch, we've got our usual determined giggly maknae back, who's restored his energy by stealing our food and teasing us, revelling in the affection as we dote on him.

But before he can step back onto the machine, his phone buzzes and he retreats it from his pocket, face scrunched in confusion.

"Peek-a-Koo." He reads out before grinning.

And then another grin.

"Peek-a-boo! That was not intended Jungkook!" he reads out, voice soft and fond, he turns around slowly eyes scanning for a particular person until they stop, gazing over our shoulders.

"(Y/N)!" he calls happily and we turn to see her standing there, slightly sheepish as she waves, phone clutched in her hand; clearly it had been her texts he'd been reading out.

She steps forward shyly, hands fidgeting with the sleeves of her shirt.

She waves at me and Hobi hyung, lips softly curved in a smile.

And then gestures teasingly at the screen, eyes sparkling with mischief- it's a look I know and recognise too well.

He shakes his head.

"I haven't beat S yet, we can't start competing until I do." He laments.

She shakes her head, stepping around us to step onto the machine.

He raises his phone when it pings.

"You'll beat them? But you couldn't beat me?" he says confused and eyes widened with a mixture of challenge and confusion, looking at her.

I can't see the expression she shoots him because he tilts his head.

And without another word, gently nudges him out of the way, small hands pressed against his arm so she can feed the coins in and click start.

And when she dances its fluidly, beautifully, and effortlessly in time and perfect sync with the beat, feet stepping perfectly onto the arrows, never guessing any movement, never glancing down. She dances like she means it. She dances with a goal in mind. Her face has the razor-focus I've seen too often on Kookie's face today and he too is watching with intent, eyes glued to the perfects that she keeps scoring. And yet when it comes to an end, he steps forward, mouth opening and sympathetic expression on.

"You tried really hard, it's exactly what I've been doing but I guess we just can't beat—" he tails off, eyes sliding to the screen and then widening.

Because when we turn she's made it to the top of the leaderboard, her score is glowing and the game screen is waiting for her to type her name in.

She smiles as she steps forward, finger reaching out to type just as Kookie shoots me an aghast shocked look. And when she steps back, his eyes go to the screen resignedly, bulging and shooting wide open. I turn to see what it is and see the letter S glowing proudly at number one, the second place also taken by her.

"You're S?!" he screeches, pointing an accusing finger at her.

She shrugs her shoulders and her lips twitch.

"But...but you never told me?" he says aghast and betrayed. She shakes her head, fingers darting into her pocket to draw out her phone, his pinging a moment later.

"Just like you never told me you were JK...I'd say we're even now." He reads out, shooting her a wounded look.

I laugh, delighted at the way Kookie has somehow ended up being unknowingly played.

He groans, a sound of self-pity.

"And this entire time I was complaining, you never told me because?" he asks.

She shrugs again, fingers tapping at the screen.

"Like I said...even." He reads out before letting out an indignant yell of 'hey'.

It makes me laugh, watching the way her lips curve up and her mouth goes to hide her silent giggles. I wonder what her laughter would sound like, have a feeling it would be beautiful and sweet and infectious. And I see Hobi hyung sport a similar fond look.

But what I don't expect is for Kookie to appear to physically bristle and step menacingly towards her, her pleased look wiped away to take a hesitant step back.

And then he shoots her a bright grin that looks far too light in comparison to the challenging gleam in his eyes.

"Game on...S. I'll beat that score if it's the last thing I do." He states.

She nods, challenge sparkling in her expressive eyes too.

And then almost as if a switch has been clicked, he softens becoming the cute bunny we all adore.

"Wanna try get a plushie?" he asks, to which she eagerly nods.

And it seems just like that the two of us are forgotten.

And somehow I can't find in me a single complaint.

(Y/N) POV:

"Wake up sweetheart." Habaek oppa says softly, shaking my shoulder. I groan, trying to ignore the hand trying to awaken me, trying to shift away, and sighing when the hand falls away, my head nestled against a silk-clad shoulder.

"Leave me to sleep." I mumble when the hand returns, accompanied by soft butterfly kisses that dot across my cheeks and neck.

"Stop." I whine when there's a huff of laughter against my skin.

"Come on wake up, it's late. You wanted to come with me remember?" oppa asks, gently shaking me.

And even though I want nothing then to bat his hands away, to shake him off and curl into unnie's warmth, into the body that has shifted to tug me in, arms warm around the exposed skin of my waist, top ridden up during the night.

I groan as I blink my eyes open, peering up to see Habaek oppa smiling softly at me.

"Come on cherub, up you get my darling." He says.

I try to sit up, failing when unnie's arms tighten around me and she grumbles, tugging me closer.

"A little help?" I ask quietly, trying to leave her undisturbed in our blanket fort.

He grins as he tries to unlatch unnie's firm grip from around me, wildly gesturing with his head for me to slide out, just as she shifts, turning to clutch at a pillow instead- settling back to sleep. I pull the blankets back over her; her silk nightdress having ridden up- she'll get cold.

I step out of the blanket fort, turning the fairy lights off, the room is lightly illuminated- the sunlight  filtering through the shut curtains in small rays. I head off to wash my hands, face and brush my teeth before padding into the kitchen to start making breakfast with oppa. I pull out the box of granola, getting berries out of the fridge to rinse off under cold water before slicing them carefully. I put the milk carton down, setting the table with bowls and spoons whilst oppa makes our drinks.

And as we sit down to eat, talking about how after we get his book we can go around town or do something together- I bask in the normalcy of the morning, scooping up my cup to take small sips of the hot chocolate- the perfect balance of sugar, milk and cocoa powder, the doorbell rings. Habaek oppa gets up to answer, telling me to continue eating.

I hear the sound of the door opening and then moments later the door shutting with a click- he must've stepped out for a moment to meet whoever's on the other end.

And it's as I'm biting into a strawberry, juice bursting across my tongue- the doorbell rings.

And I sigh, realising that he hadn't stepped out but rather had probably been locked out by accident, the wind causing it to shut. I rise to my feet, strawberry still in hand as I head off to the door.

I pull it open, not bothering to tug down my shorts from where they'd ridden up as I had breakfast.

I pull open the door, about to complain that he should be careful next time, mouth parting before it shuts all of a sudden. 

Because Habaek oppa isn't alone, because right next to him is Namjoon.

Whose greeting smile had slid off his face and a blush had coloured his cheeks, eyes blinking quickly behind the frame of his glasses.

"Ahh (Y/N)...Namjoon came to help me find that book." Habaek oppa says, stepping forward to gently nudge me back in. 

"Why don't you come in Namjoon, we were having breakfast. You're more than welcome to join." Habaek oppa says, holding the door open as he invites him in.

He dithers uncertainly in the doorway, rather adorably, before he nods stepping inside.

"Have you eaten?" he asks.

"I uh had coffee. I'm not trusted much in the kitchen." Namjoon admits, shooting me a wry smile- full of knowledge, stirring up the memory of his impassioned rant.

It makes me smile, even as my hands hurriedly fumble with the hem of my shorts, trying to tug them down as far as they can and silently rueing my choice for picking out a set with a lacy hem.

I step forward to rush into the kitchen first, sinking into my chair with heated cheeks and Habaek oppa ushers Namjoon to sit down, the nearest vacant chair right next to me.

He sits down, mumbling a sorry when his hand dangerously veers near my mug, my hand darting in to place it further towards the centre.

I shake my head. No harm done.

And soon Habaek oppa is setting out a bowl and spoon in front of him before returning to the counter.

"Another coffee?" he asks.

Namjoon nods.

"Black please." He adds shyly.

Oppa nods and soon there's a steaming mug of coffee in front of him before he slides back into his own seat, picking up his spoon to continue.

The two of them begin talking about what bookstore is likely to have it.

"Do you still plan on coming with?" oppa asks, putting me on the spot.

Namjoon looks at me, eyes glittering with excitement. 

And just like that I find myself nodding. I sign to oppa that I'll head off to change, taking my empty dishes to the sink after I've finished my drink and rushing out, not missing oppa's fond laughter that follows me.

When I head down dressed, it's Habaek oppa who rushes up leaving me in the kitchen with Namjoon.

"I must've shocked you earlier...sorry." He apologises.

I shake my head.

"Umm...ooh! Maybe you can give me a book recommendation!" he suggests brightly, dimples appearing as he looks at me, waiting for my reaction.

I nod, touched that he wants to read something I enjoyed and would recommend.

And then I point to him.

"I recommend too?" he asks, voice hopeful.

And when I nod his dimples deepen, face split in a wide grin as he nods.

"Deal." He says.

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I clutch at the packaged book, smiling up at Namjoon- smile deepening when he clutches his own packaged book closely to him.

"I wonder what you chose." He says, eyeing the book in his hands just as I go to scrutinise my own.

On a spur of the moment decision I texted him to give me a general idea of the books he reads, wanting to choose a book I think he'd enjoy.

And he'd done the same for me, the two of us separating in the large bookshop when Habaek oppa had followed an assistant to get the book he'd been looking for.

And we'd both handed each other packaged books after paying at the till, I'd chosen a book I'd enjoyed and was slightly similar to his tastes, one I hoped he'd enjoy.

And I couldn't help but feel curious at what he'd chosen for me.

We'd shared excited smiles, yet I couldn't understand why when his dimples deepened it made me want to keep staring at them, why when Habaek oppa returned, book in hand and asked if Namjoon wanted to join us- and he shot us a regretful look saying he had plans to meet with Yoongi- it made me feel just a tad bit of wistfulness, that we could've continued our conversation.

And as it's Habaek oppa and I are finishing our drinks in a café that he gets a call, heading off to go with unnie to the agency. He takes my packaged book with him, promising to be careful. And I head off to the arcade, curiosity leading me there, wanting to know whether Jungkook had beaten my record or not.

And that curiosity had given way to surprise when I'd spotted a familiar figure on DDR, smiling when I see him stand there determinedly, ready to begin a game.

It's a mixture of wanting to tease and challenge him. And that flash of pride when I type in S, seeing the shock on his face- because it's a response to what he'd done to me, when he'd toyed with me in the same manner.

It's because some part of me had relished in the bright exuberant laughter of Hoseok and Jimin, because seeing the shock morph into challenge melt into soft excitement had been equally appealing. 

And it's because when he'd made that offer of wanting to win a plushie brought back the memory of our first meeting and how much closer I'd felt to him since that moment.

Because from then to now we'd travelled from being strangers to friends who challenged and rivalled each other.

Because he was someone sweet and kind and welcoming.

And that thought felt dangerous and welcoming.

And because when he smiled, I saw the most adorable excited bunny.

And it made me smile too.

(THERE YOU GO! I HOPE THE CHAPTER DESPITE BEING LATE WILL BE ENJOYABLE TO READ- THAT THE MORNING SCENE AT THE BANGTAN HOUSEHOLD WAS EQUALLY AS SOFT AS THE MORNING SCENE WITH BABY SIREN! AND POOR JOON WAS SO FLUSTERED BUT HIS EYES REMAINED PERMANENTLY ON HER FACE ONCE HE REALISED- HE IS CHIVALROUS!! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND REACTIONS- I LOVE GOING THROUGH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE! AND WONDER WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT TOO!)

QUESTION...ONE OF YOUR FAVOURITE THINGS ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW IN YOUR LIFE? COULD BE WEATHER, SCHOOL, ANYTHING!

Mne is...I'm freezing cos of the windy weather and autumn beginning and I'M LOVING IT *CUE MCDONALDS JINGLE*, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE COLD WEATHER SO MUCH!! Time to get prep for blankets and jumpers! Yay!!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3