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The apartment is so quiet that you aren’t sure if anyone else is home.

You blink sleep from your eyes, the room sharpening around you in a dim afternoon grey. The curtains are pulled shut and the little bunny-shaped nightlight on the shelf is on and glowing pink. You don’t remember doing either of these things before your nap. In fact, the nap hadn’t meant to happen at all, as evidenced by the unfinished homework spread across your floor. Just a minute to lay down, you’d told yourself foolishly, and now you’re sitting up in bed and holding a plushie to your chest.

You look down and see Chimmy staring back at you, his silly face providing you with no answers as to how you’d ended up here. “Was supposed to be doing my work,” you confess in a whisper, lifting his floppy, black ear so he can hear you up close. Nobly, he listens without comment, but you can almost hear him whisper back, Naps are important work, too. The thought soothes your anxiety enough to look towards the closed door and wonder who might be behind it.

They hadn’t said anything about leaving, not all at once, so someone must be in the practice room or the kitchen. The question was less about who to look for, but rather, how small you’ll be when you find them. Your nap clings to you like cotton stuffed in your brain, and there isn’t any debate at all about whether to bring Chimmy as you slide out of bed. One glance at the stuffed animal basket has you bringing a plush Tata for good measure. Armed with your friends, you slip out the door, not caring to think about how your matching star-printed pajamas make you look like someone much younger than a university student.

It’s only quiet on this side of the apartment, and it’s clear when you walk into the common area that the silence had been hinging on your presence. Jungkook and Tae are sprawled on the floor in front of the television, play-arguing under their breath as they press buttons on video game controllers. Namjoon is here, too, typing on his laptop, and you can see Jin in the kitchen with something fragrant wafting from a pot on the stove. Immediately, your chest warms, and you hug your plushies close like the boys will magically feel the affection.

It’s Tae who locks eyes with you first, and he elbows Jungkook with a little grin. “There you are!” he greets, stretching his arm out towards you. Giggling, you shuffle forward and fall on your knees beside him, tucking yourself into his side for the hug he wraps you in.

“Thought you’d never wake up, aegi, did you have fun in your dreams?” comes Jungkook’s teasing above your head, followed by a hand ruffling your messy hair. Tae laughs and squeezes you tighter.

“Didn’t mean to sleep,” you mumble into his shoulder, though it’s punctuated by a big yawn that initiates a round of cooing over just how cute it was. Your cheeks grow warm at the attention, but Tae rocks you a little in his arms and it makes you melt too far to be truly embarrassed.

“You looked really tired when I checked on you,” Namjoon says gently, looking at you over his laptop screen, and you realize it must have been him who had drawn your curtains and turned on the nightlight. “How long had you been working for?”

You shrug a little, stuffing your face back in Taehyung’s neck like that serves as an answer itself. “Too long,” you sigh, earning another affectionate chuckle from each of them.

Soon, Jin’s voice rings out: “Is our baby awake? Little one eats first,” and everyone moves towards the kitchen. Jungkook scoops you easily out of Tae’s arms.

The apartment is so quiet that you aren’t sure if anyone else is home.

You blink sleep from your eyes, the room sharpening around you in a dim afternoon grey. The curtains are pulled shut and the little bunny-shaped nightlight on the shelf is on and glowing pink. You don’t remember doing either of these things before your nap. In fact, the nap hadn’t meant to happen at all, as evidenced by the unfinished homework spread across your floor. Just a minute to lay down, you’d told yourself foolishly, and now you’re sitting up in bed and holding a plushie to your chest.

You look down and see Chimmy staring back at you, his silly face providing you with no answers as to how you’d ended up here. “Was supposed to be doing my work,” you confess in a whisper, lifting his floppy, black ear so he can hear you up close. Nobly, he listens without comment, but you can almost hear him whisper back, Naps are important work, too. The thought soothes your anxiety enough to look towards the closed door and wonder who might be behind it.

They hadn’t said anything about leaving, not all at once, so someone must be in the practice room or the kitchen. The question was less about who to look for, but rather, how small you’ll be when you find them. Your nap clings to you like cotton stuffed in your brain, and there isn’t any debate at all about whether to bring Chimmy as you slide out of bed. One glance at the stuffed animal basket has you bringing a plush Tata for good measure. Armed with your friends, you slip out the door, not caring to think about how your matching star-printed pajamas make you look like someone much younger than a university student.

It’s only quiet on this side of the apartment, and it’s clear when you walk into the common area that the silence had been hinging on your presence. Jungkook and Tae are sprawled on the floor in front of the television, play-arguing under their breath as they press buttons on video game controllers. Namjoon is here, too, typing on his laptop, and you can see Jin in the kitchen with something fragrant wafting from a pot on the stove. Immediately, your chest warms, and you hug your plushies close like the boys will magically feel the affection.

It’s Tae who locks eyes with you first, and he elbows Jungkook with a little grin. “There you are!” he greets, stretching his arm out towards you. Giggling, you shuffle forward and fall on your knees beside him, tucking yourself into his side for the hug he wraps you in.

“Thought you’d never wake up, aegi, did you have fun in your dreams?” comes Jungkook’s teasing above your head, followed by a hand ruffling your messy hair. Tae laughs and squeezes you tighter.

“Didn’t mean to sleep,” you mumble into his shoulder, though it’s punctuated by a big yawn that initiates a round of cooing over just how cute it was. Your cheeks grow warm at the attention, but Tae rocks you a little in his arms and it makes you melt too far to be truly embarrassed.

“You looked really tired when I checked on you,” Namjoon says gently, looking at you over his laptop screen, and you realize it must have been him who had drawn your curtains and turned on the nightlight. “How long had you been working for?”

You shrug a little, stuffing your face back in Taehyung’s neck like that serves as an answer itself. “Too long,” you sigh, earning another affectionate chuckle from each of them.

Soon, Jin’s voice rings out: “Is our baby awake? Little one eats first,” and everyone moves towards the kitchen. Jungkook scoops you easily out of Tae’s arms.