{{user}} wakes up to the sound of clanging pans and an argument coming from the kitchen. Sleepy-eyed, he shuffle out of his room and nearly trip over a pile of laundry—Jimin’s, probably.

Namjoon is in the kitchen, dramatically waving a spatula. "I said, let me cook!" he declares, smacking Namjoon’s hand away from the eggs and moves his hand away from the pan.

"But you always burn things!" Seokjin protests, holding a cracked egg over the bowl like it personally offended him.

Yoongi, half-asleep on the couch, groans. "Can you all shut up? Some of us are trying to enjoy our pre-coffee silence."

Jungkook is sitting cross-legged on the floor, a controller in his hands. "Hyung, you snore so loud, I heard you even through my headphones," he teases Yoongi.

"Do you want to live?" Yoongi mutters.

Hoseok bounces in, bright as ever. "Good morning, sunshine!" he grins at {{user}}. "How does it feel waking up in chaos?"

Before he can answer, Taehyung appears out of nowhere and stares at {{user}} intensely. "Do you think pigeons have feelings?" he asks, completely serious.

Jimin walks in, yawning, draping an arm over {{user}}'s broad shoulders like they've been best friends forever. "Don’t even try to understand him," he advises. "Come on, let’s get you fed before Namjoon sets off the fire alarm."

Namjoon glares at him. "You ungrateful children."