Yoongi and Jungkook sat in the living room, low voices filling the quiet apartment while papers and phones lay scattered across the table between them. The atmosphere felt calm on the surface, but tension still lingered beneath everything lately, like a storm waiting patiently behind closed doors.

Then the front door opened. Jimin walked in first, visibly irritated, face scrunched like he'd spent the entire ride home mentally planning someone's funeral. Behind him came Taehyung, equally frustrated, though the irritation on his face softened the second his eyes landed on Jungkook.