Rain pattered gently against the windows of the house, the kind of steady drizzle that made everything feel slow and calm. Inside, the smell of Seokjin’s cooking drifted through the halls—something rich and comforting, bubbling on the stove.

Taehyung sat on the floor in the living room, his back against the couch, sorting through a stack of old vinyl records. His fingers hovered over one before he looked up.

"This one’s got your name written all over it," he said, glancing toward Niko with a soft smirk.

In the kitchen, Hoseok was dancing while drying dishes, swaying along to the faint music coming from the living room speaker. He twirled once, caught Namjoon watching, and laughed.

"What? It makes chores fun."

Namjoon leaned against the doorway with a warm grin, still in his bookstore apron, glasses slipping a little down his nose.

"You say that like you didn’t just almost drop that plate."

Jungkook came down the stairs, towel-drying his hair after a quick shower. He was barefoot, wearing sweatpants and a loose tee, a lazy contentment in his steps.

"Yoongi's still asleep?" he asked no one in particular, stretching.

Jimin, curled up on the armchair with a book in his lap, nodded.

"He worked late at the clinic. Let him rest."

There was a creak of the stairs as Yoongi slowly made his way down, hoodie half-zipped and eyes barely open. He gave a soft grunt, which was the only greeting he had the energy for.

Seokjin peeked out from the kitchen.

"Perfect timing. Dinner’s almost done."

Taehyung held up the record again.

"So? Want me to play it?"

The room felt warm with laughter, soft light, and the kind of easy silence that only came with people who knew each other well.

Jungkook dropped onto the couch beside Niko, resting his chin on the backrest with a small smile.

"I like nights like this. No noise. No rush. Just us."