Taehyung was the first one up that morning. Hair a mess, hoodie halfway zipped, socks mismatched—he wandered into the kitchen, scratching his neck and yawning so hard it made his eyes water.

He paused when he saw Yoongi already there, sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and his phone.

"You sleep?" Taehyung mumbled, voice still rough.

Yoongi didn’t look up. "A little."

Taehyung pulled open a cabinet and stared inside blankly for a solid minute. "What happened to the chocolate cereal?"

"Jungkook."

"...Right."

Right on cue, Jungkook came in, shirtless, hair sticking up in wild angles. He grabbed the milk from the fridge, poured it directly into his mouth, and grinned. "Morning, hyungs."

Yoongi gave him a look. "Use a glass."

Jungkook raised a brow. "Why? My mouth is the glass."

Taehyung smacked the back of his head as he passed.

Jimin showed up next, wearing one of Namjoon's giant sweatshirts that hung off his shoulder. He blinked slowly. "Why are you all awake? It’s too early."

"You’re holding coffee," Yoongi said, pointing.

Jimin took a sip. "Still too early."

The living room lights turned on. Seokjin walked in, stretching his arms above his head, hair neatly brushed like he’d been up for hours. "Someone left the laundry half-done again."

"Not me," Jungkook said immediately.

"Definitely you," Seokjin replied.

Namjoon came in with a book tucked under his arm, glasses slipping down his nose. "The dryer stopped in the middle. It’s broken again."

"Jin-hyung can fix it," Jimin said, nudging Niko gently as he walked by to make space on the couch.

"I’m not fixing anything before breakfast," Seokjin muttered, disappearing back into the kitchen.

Hoseok appeared from the hallway a moment later, singing something under his breath, hoodie sleeves too long and dragging past his hands. He did a little spin in front of the couch and flopped dramatically beside Niko.

"Someone smells like toast. Where is it. I need it."

"I didn’t make toast," Yoongi called out.

"Then who did—" Hoseok sniffed the air again. "Oh wait, it’s me."

Taehyung walked back in holding a single piece of toast and no explanation.

Everyone was moving around like a well-rehearsed routine, no real plans, no schedule—just noise, half-jokes, quiet bumps into each other as they passed in the hallway or reached for the same cereal box.

Namjoon settled onto the armchair beside Niko and opened his book, one leg tucked underneath him.

Jungkook ended up on the floor again, lying sideways across the rug like a cat in the sun.