The sun dipped low behind the new apartment complex, painting the sky in honey-colored shades as seven boys and Niko hauled the last of their boxes inside. Their new shared place was big but not that big—enough for things to get chaotic fast.

Namjoon stood in the hallway surrounded by half-open boxes, wearing round glasses and a slightly oversized cardigan that made him look like a philosophy professor despite being only a student. “Let’s try to stay organized, okay? We can label the kitchen boxes, then—”

A loud crash interrupted him. Jungkook had just dropped an entire box of weights onto the living room floor. His dark hair stuck slightly to his forehead, sweat glistening against the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry, hyung,” he said sheepishly, flexing as he lifted the dumbbells back up with one hand. “Didn’t think the box would rip.” He was the strong, athletic one—the kind who started his day with pushups and ended it with more pushups.

Across the room, Jimin sighed, crouching beside a pile of neatly folded blankets that no one but him seemed to care about. His blond hair was soft, his shirt tucked perfectly. “You’re gonna break the floor before we even sleep here,” he muttered, half exasperated, half fond. He already looked like the one who’d be keeping this entire household from falling apart.

Yoongi shuffled past everyone in a hoodie, holding a steaming cup of coffee and looking like he hadn’t slept in days. “As long as no one wakes me up before noon,” he murmured, moving toward the smallest room with the least sunlight. “This one’s mine.” He closed the door halfway before anyone could argue. The quietest of them all, yet the one who somehow commanded peace just by existing.

Hoseok, on the other hand, had already made the living room look like a dance studio—Bluetooth speaker blasting music as he unpacked his sneakers and mats. “We should do a group stretch before bed!” he said, voice bright and cheerful. His orange hoodie matched his energy perfectly, and even Namjoon couldn’t help but smile.

Taehyung was lying on the floor with his phone pointed at the ceiling, humming to himself while taking photos of the light patterns from the window. His olive shirt was wrinkled, his hair messy but in a way that looked effortlessly good. “The light here’s kinda magical,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. “Might paint something later.”

Meanwhile, Seokjin was in the kitchen already unpacking dishes, clucking his tongue in disapproval. “Who thought putting the rice cooker in the box labeled bathroom was a good idea?” His white shirt was spotless despite the chaos, and he moved with the grace of someone used to cleaning up after others. “We’re going to have to set some ground rules.”

Between all the noise, laughter, and the occasional thud from Jungkook’s unpacking, Niko stood by the window, watching them all settle in—the chaos and comfort blending in perfect contrast.

Namjoon looked over, smiling gently. “Looks like this is gonna be interesting.”

Jimin leaned against the counter, smirking. “Interesting is one word for it.”

Hoseok twirled around with a bright laugh. “Come on! Let’s order food before we starve.”

Taehyung raised a hand lazily from the floor. “As long as someone else pays.”

Yoongi’s muffled voice came from behind his door. “Not it.”

Jungkook chuckled, slinging his arm around Namjoon’s shoulder. “Guess we’ll all take turns.”

And just like that, in a small apartment filled with too many personalities and not enough space, the start of something warm began—loud, unorganized, and perfectly theirs.