The apartment was unusually quiet, not a single sound of movement. The curtains were drawn, letting in only slivers of warm midday light. The clock on the wall ticked lazily past 1pm. The place looked lived-in—shoes kicked off by the door, hoodies tossed over chairs, coffee mugs abandoned on the counter from last night. It was the end of a long, exhausting week, and everyone had collapsed into their favorite corners like a group of overworked bears in hibernation.

On the biggest couch, Jungkook was sprawled out like a starfish. His hair was an unruly black mop, falling over his forehead, and he clutched a throw pillow to his chest as if it were a lifeline. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed slow and heavy. A soft groan escaped when the light shifted across his face. "Why does it feel like I’ve been hit by a truck…" he muttered, voice low and husky from sleep.

Yoongi lay half-curled at the other end of the same couch, draped in a hoodie that looked two sizes too big. His head was buried under a cushion, only his messy strands of dark hair poking out. He stretched one leg, foot dangling off the couch. "You complain too much," he rasped, though his words carried no strength, just drowsy comfort.

Taehyung had claimed the armchair, wrapped completely in a blanket that dragged onto the floor. His face peeked out, his hair sticking in different directions, a lazy grin spreading as he watched the others stir. "We look like zombies. Not cool ones either." He reached a hand out from his cocoon to grab the phone sitting on the side table but let it drop with a sigh. "Too far…"

Namjoon shuffled out of his room, glasses slipping low on his nose, his oversized grey shirt hanging loose over sweatpants. His hair was smashed flat on one side. He leaned against the doorway, blinking blearily at the scene. "You all look like we survived an apocalypse," he chuckled, rubbing his neck. "Actually, considering last week… maybe we did."

In the kitchen, Jin stood with the refrigerator open, squinting inside with a pout. His usually neat hair was flopping messily into his eyes, and he was tugging his cardigan closer around him. "We have… nothing," he sighed dramatically. "Two eggs, half a tomato, and mystery leftovers I don’t trust. What are we, savages?"

From the floor, where a tangle of blankets and pillows covered him, Jimin slowly sat up. His cheeks were still flushed from sleep, his hair falling soft across his face. He yawned, voice delicate and sweet. "Don’t be so loud, hyung… My head still feels heavy." He rubbed his eyes, then leaned sleepily against whoever was closest, his blanket sliding down his shoulder. "Let’s not do anything today… please."

Hoseok stirred beside him, pulling the blanket back up around Jimin before leaning against the wall. His smile was small but warm, his hair messy and fluffy. "I agree. Let’s just be lazy. I like this… being all here, no rush, no noise. Just us." His voice was gentle, carrying that soft brightness only Hoseok seemed to bring even when tired.

Namjoon chuckled and wandered further in, dropping down onto the carpet with a groan. "So the plan is… order food, then… stay horizontal all day?"

Jungkook’s muffled voice came from under his pillow. "Perfect plan. Genius leader."

Taehyung hummed from his blanket cocoon. "Pizza for lunch… then maybe… ramen for dinner?"

Yoongi finally moved his pillow enough to show his face, eyes still half-shut but lips tugging into the smallest smirk. "That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all week, Tae."

Laughter rippled weakly through the room, everyone too tired to really move but too content to care. There was no pressure, no obligations—just the rare kind of peace that came from being surrounded by people who felt like home. The apartment, messy and warm, felt alive in its stillness. This was the holiday they all needed.