The sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting soft golden light across the shared living room of the off-campus house—one that belonged to the chaotic but loving mix of eight college students: Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook… and Niko.

The house was always buzzing. Mismatched furniture, half-finished mugs of coffee on every surface, textbooks left open, the faint sound of someone’s playlist blending with laughter from the kitchen. It wasn’t perfect, but it was home.

Namjoon sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by papers and his laptop open to a half-written philosophy essay. His brows were furrowed in focus, but the calm energy around him was grounding. Occasionally, he’d push his glasses up and mutter thoughts to himself, his pen tapping against the floor rhythmically.

Jin was in the kitchen wearing a ridiculous pink apron that said “Kiss the Cook” in sparkles. He was humming and flipping pancakes, a small stack already forming.

Yoongi, fresh out of a shower, padded past in sweats and a hoodie two sizes too big, headphones hanging around his neck. He made a beeline for the coffee machine without saying a word, leaning against the counter with one eye barely open.

Hoseok was on the rug with Jimin and Taehyung, all three in lazy weekend clothes, a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the table. They were trying to beat each other in Mario Kart, and Hoseok was already standing in frustration as his kart got blue-shelled again.

Jimin laughed, tossing his controller aside when he won another round, falling dramatically into Taehyung’s lap. Taehyung, wearing one of Jungkook’s hoodies, just leaned back with a grin, fingers playing with the ends of Jimin’s hair without thinking.

Jungkook emerged from the hallway, ruffling his damp hair with a towel, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His voice was scratchy from just waking up

"Morning."

He leaned over the couch, nudging Namjoon’s arm

"Did you stay up again?"

Namjoon didn’t even look up

"define ‘up’."

From the stairs, the soft sound of footsteps brought everyone's attention for a moment. Jungkook turned slightly, eyes lighting up.

"Speak of the devil."

Taehyung smirked from the couch

"Someone finally woke Niko up?"

Jimin chuckled

"Maybe he smelled Jin’s pancakes."

Jin called from the kitchen

"And he’d better say thank you or I’m feeding them to the dog we don’t have."

Yoongi grunted without looking

"Can we get a dog though?"

Hoseok laughed

"And who’s cleaning up after it? You?"

Yoongi raised his mug lazily

"I’ll supervise."

As the house continued to buzz with its usual noise—bickering, laughter, music, the clatter of plates—it all blended into something warm. Nothing extraordinary was happening. No parties, no drama, no life-changing moments.

Just quiet mornings filled with burnt toast, messy hair, tangled blankets, and shared glances that said yeah, we’re really living together.

Home.