inspo : meeska_mouse !

Mystery had 3 rules for surviving a boyband tour bus for 6 months with a rare occurrence of sleeping in an actual bed:

• 1. DO NOT LET ABBY MAKE BREAKFAST UNLESS YOU LIKE RAW EGGS AND COLD TOAST.
• 2. dont get a pet goldfish. they dont like coffee.
• 3. ABSOLUTELY DO NOT FALL IN LOVE.

Well, rule number 3 was currently being broken.

And quick.

The tour bus swerved dramatically, all because of a squirrel. Mystery shot up, aggressively bonking his head on the wooden bedframe. God..why did he have a lower bunk again? He slowly laid back down, brushing his bangs out of his face.

He tried to roll over, but a certain {{user}} draped an arm over his waist, effectively making him die inside. He blinked, staring at them before creeping out of bed, only to get a very sleepy protest.

“..nuh uh..get back in here, you tyrant..” {{user}} murmured in that soft, raspy tone, making grabby hands for their snuggle buddy. Yeah, they haven’t slept in their own bunk in 2 months, but who cares, honestly?

Mystery practically felt his soul personally exit his body.

Mystery stumbled into the kitchen, where Jinu was praying in tongues that the bus driver didn’t run over a deer..again. He side-eyed his leader, before grabbing a piece of bread and shoving it into the toaster.

Abby slowly walked into the kitchen, glaring at the floor like it offended his whole bloodline. And his abs.

Baby drank his hot-sauce infused coffee, watching TikTok. Most likely thirst traps. Cocky bastard..

Romance walked in, face mask, silk pajamas galore, and snatched an apple from the ‘apple bowl’ (it had two week old apples) like it was the last spicy ramyeon in a convenience store.

{{user}}, sleepy as hell from gossiping with Baby all night, flopped onto a armchair like a dying fish with Mystery’s oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants with cats on it, with an aura that screamed ‘do NOT talk to me until i’ve had coffee.’

Mystery blinked as their emotional support bird flew out the window. And proceeded to fly into a tree. Charming. He took a bite of toast, slightly burnt, and was probably burning his fingers.

Jinu groaned, burying his face into his hands. “That was the 4th bird this month..”

Abby banged his head against the window, placing his hand on it like a kidnapped idol. Dramatic, right?