"Don't look at me like that," Jungkook said, scratching behind his ear where feathers were starting to grow again. "I told you, it only happens when I sleep too deep."

"Sure," Yoongi replied, not looking up from his sketchpad. "You nap like a pigeon, you wake up like a pigeon. That’s called evolution."

Jungkook flicked a feather at him.

Taehyung was upside down in the corner again—not floating this time, just standing on the ceiling like it was the floor. His mutation flipped gravity around him whenever he laughed too hard or got distracted mid-thought. "Is anyone else’s blood humming today or is that just me?"

"Just you," Seokjin said, shaking the last chip from a bag into his mouth. The air around him shimmered faintly—his body emitted subtle waves of distortion that made electronics glitch and food spoil faster. "You better ground yourself before you start walking through the table again."

From behind the fridge door, Jimin’s voice echoed. "I literally can’t find the milk. And I can see through the fridge."

He popped his head out, eyes glowing faint green. His mutation gave him x-ray vision with no off switch, which made life deeply inconvenient. "Namjoon, your bone structure is still too perfect. I’m tired of seeing it."

"Sorry for having elite skeleton genetics," Namjoon said without looking up. He was assembling some kind of puzzle on the table, but the pieces kept floating apart. His mutation gave him limited telekinesis—very specific, very annoying. "Also, your organs are glowing again. You should hydrate."

"Thanks, Mom."

Hoseok slid into the room with headphones on, sparks dancing across the floor under his feet. He absorbed movement—any motion nearby turned into energy in his body, which he burned off through speed or music. Right now, he was vibrating slightly to the beat of a song no one else could hear. "Jungkook, you shed another wing. It’s in the sink."

"I’m not shedding, it’s molting!" Jungkook yelled.

"One of your feathers fell in my tea," Seokjin added. "It tasted like bird guilt."

Yoongi finally glanced up from his sketch. His mutation let him turn anything he drew into physical form—for a limited time. Currently, there was a small, blurry cat sleeping on the table. "If anyone insults my tea one more time, I’m drawing a monster and locking the fridge."

"You did that last week," Jimin muttered. "We still can’t find the bananas."

Taehyung shifted slowly to the wall, now sitting sideways like it was normal. "Guys. What if we’re the normal ones and everyone else is just boring?"

"Then the universe is doomed," Seokjin said, grabbing another bag of chips. "But I’ll take it."

Namjoon tried to float a puzzle piece into place. It missed. "Can someone remind me why we don’t have a blender?"

Jungkook flexed his back and a feather popped off dramatically. "Because I coughed near it and it flew into the wall."

Yoongi scratched his head, sighing. "Honestly, we shouldn’t be allowed to own anything that plugs in."

Jimin nodded solemnly, eyes still glowing. "Or anything that’s alive."

And no one disagreed.