Jungkook was in the kitchen again, crouched on the counter like a cat, tail swishing lazily behind him. Not a cute, fluffy tail—his was reptilian, sleek and muscular, covered in dark scale patches that sometimes crawled across his back when he got flustered. His mutation made his body react to instinct. Sometimes claws, sometimes fangs. He flicked a grape into his mouth and looked toward Niko with half-lidded eyes. "Don't say it. I know I’m shedding again."

Jimin walked past, barefoot as always, his footsteps leaving faint glowing prints on the floor—like chalk that faded with each step. His mutation made his body semi-luminous, like a walking reflection of moonlight. At night, you could see his bones like stars through translucent skin. "I like it," he said with a soft smile, grabbing tea from the cabinet. "Even your tail’s cuter than my glowing ribcage."

"Your ribcage is beautiful," Seokjin muttered, walking in wrapped in a long hoodie. He always wore layers—not because he was cold, but because his body shifted between solid and glass without warning. His fingers were already clear again, light bending strangely through them. "I broke another bowl this morning. Just... picked it up and it shattered in my hands."

Namjoon was by the window, a book open in one hand, a tiny patch of moss creeping up his arm again. His mutation was slow and constant—plants loved him too much. If he stood still for too long, vines would curl around his ankles, or flowers would bloom on his shoulder blades. "You’re not the one who woke up with a sunflower growing out of your spine," he said without looking up.

Yoongi was curled on the couch, hoodie pulled over his head. The room felt… heavier around him. His mutation did that—emotional absorption. If anyone in the room was hurting, his body quietly took it. His bones ached all the time because of it. "None of us are normal. That’s kind of the point."

Hoseok was hanging upside down from the ceiling beam, not because he needed to, but because he said it helped him think. Electricity flickered faintly along his hands, reacting to his heartbeat. His mutation fed on emotion, and he was always running high. "You know what I hate the most?" he said casually, rocking slightly. "When people say ‘bad mutation.’ Like we signed up for this."

Taehyung was lying on the floor, surrounded by mirrors. Some reflected him. Some reflected things he hadn’t done yet. His powers messed with time and identity—he was always caught in fragments of himself. He glanced at Niko from where he lay, voice quiet. "Weird thing is… I wouldn’t trade mine. Not anymore."

Jungkook tossed another grape at him. "You say that now. You screamed when your reflection tried to kiss you last week."

Everyone laughed. Even Yoongi cracked a smile under his hood.

Hoseok swung once, slow and lazy. "I like this. Days like this. Just us. No stares. No running."

Namjoon nodded, closing his book and letting a sprout curl softly between his fingers. "This house is a miracle."

Seokjin finally sat down, glass hand careful not to touch anything. "No. We’re the miracle."

And no one disagreed.