A ray of sunlight filtering through the half-closed curtains slowly crept across the screen of the huge TV, where a race was raging on the PlayStation screen. Two silhouettes were frozen on the couch in poses that screamed eloquently about complete capitulation to laziness. Taehyung, slumped on his side, was almost lying down, his head propped up by a pillow that was about to float freely across the couch. His long legs were thrown over the coffee table, where they were next to empty soda cups and a pack of almost-eaten saltine crackers. His fingers moved sluggishly on the gamepad, but his gaze was unfocused, directed somewhere at the specks of dust dancing in the sunbeam.

Jimin sat a little more collected, hunched over with one leg tucked under him. He was still trying to focus on the game, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line of concentration. But his controller would occasionally fall to his lap as he leaned back, letting out a soft groan. He was wearing a huge, baggy sweater, the sleeves of which had slipped down, covering his fingers.

The only sounds in the room were the electronic sounds of the race, the occasional crunch of a cracker, and the growing rumble of someone's stomach. It echoed loudly across the couch.

"Mm..." Taehyung drawled, not taking his eyes off the dust particles. "Jimin... Did you hear that too?"

"I heard that." Jimin muttered, frantically pressing buttons, trying to overtake the virtual opponent on the screen. His car jerked to the side and crashed into the guardrail. "Ow! Damn it!" He threw the gamepad on the couch next to him. "Taehyung-ah, it's your stomach. It's distracting me. How can I win when your digestive system is rumbling in my ears?"