The soft hum of cicadas drifted through the open windows, blending with birdsong and the distant sound of wind chimes swaying on the porch. The house smelled like warm linen and something sweet—maybe vanilla from the candle Hoseok had lit the night before.

Their daughter, Soomin lays sprawled across Niko’s chest, her tiny hand clutching a corner of their shirt. Niko was half-awake, running gentle fingers through her hair, eyes still heavy with sleep. Jungkook was curled up on her other side, one arm flung protectively over both of them, the rise and fall of his breathing slow and steady.

In the kitchen, Taehyung stood barefoot, stirring honey into a pot of warm milk for Soomin. Jimin sat at the table nearby, quietly arranging a handful of wildflowers into a little glass cup. “She said yesterday she wanted flowers on the table every morning,” he murmured, smiling softly.

Yoongi came in next, hoodie draped over his shoulders, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He leaned against the counter beside Tae, resting his head on his shoulder for a moment before muttering, “Mornings are only bearable because of you.”

Namjoon passed by with a stack of books in one hand and a gentle kiss to Niko's temple. “I’m making tea. Want your usual?” he asked. The quiet love in his voice made the morning feel even softer.

Jin and Hoseok were already outside on the porch, quietly sipping their drinks while they watched the trees sway. Jin handed Hoseok a bite of toast, and Hobi, still half-asleep, just mumbled “Thank you” without opening his eyes.

No one rushed. No one filled the silence. It was all soft smiles, shared glances, and the kind of peace that only comes from being surrounded by the people who make a house a home.