XIII

POV Namjoon

I'm the first to wake this morning. Funny—last night I thought I'd toss and turn, but somehow I crashed like a stone on Tae's bed, deep, uninterrupted sleep.

The soft morning light filters through the curtains as I quietly slip out. It's going to be a long day.

Y/N's furniture arrives today. I'll help her arrange everything, get the place feeling like home. And tonight, she's hosting a housewarming party—her idea. I'm not sure what to get her as a gift. Something thoughtful, but not too much...

Lost in my thoughts, I hear footsteps behind me. Hoseok steps into the kitchen, already pouring himself coffee.

"Morning," he says with his usual easy grin.

"Hey, hyung."

He joins me at the table, the warm mug between his hands. "Last night was fun. She's really easy to be around—nice smile, good energy. You and BangPDnim picked well."

I nod. "Yeah, she's genuine. Refreshing."

One by one, the others shuffle into the kitchen, sleepy but stirring. Jin gets this idea to make pancakes—"in honor of our sleeping beauty," he says, glancing toward my room.

I smile, but the house is already buzzing louder than I expected. Not even ten minutes pass before the door creaks open.

And there she is—Y/N. Eyes barely open, hair tousled, a grey hoodie draped over her head like a sleepy little burrito.

The room hushes instantly. Everyone stares at her—this soft, vulnerable version of her who hasn't even noticed us yet. She shuffles straight to the coffee machine, utterly unfazed by the audience.

A collective chuckle ripples through us.

Jin leans forward, grinning. "Not a morning person, Y/N?"

She shakes her head, too tired even to speak. Cups her hands around her coffee mug, takes a sip, then lets out a long, quiet hmm of relief as the warmth spreads through her.

We all watch, waiting for her to wake fully, the kind of teasing smiles already dancing on our lips.

After a few slow blinks, she meets our eyes, expression unimpressed, deadpan.

"Guys," she says flatly, "I don't function before coffee. You'll get used to it."

Hoseok smirks. "Good to know! For a moment there, I thought we had a zombie living with us."

She shoots him a mock death glare. "Ha-ha. Very funny."

Turning back to her coffee, she sips quietly, unbothered. Hoseok laughs and heads off to rouse Tae and Jungkook.

By 10 a.m., the furniture arrives. and the manpower arrive. Everyone's awake and ready to move sofas, shelves, boxes—anything to help Y/N settle in.

She's still wearing one of our oversized hoodies, sleeves hanging past her hands. It's a ridiculous sight, but the way she bounces around, unfazed by the loose fit, it makes me smile every time.

Around 2Pm, once all the furniture in place, and the moving staff gone, she says she'll pick up jjajangmyung for us all. Jungkook immediately offers to drive.

POV Y/N

"Thank you for driving me, Jungkook. That's really kind of you."

He shrugs, grinning a little. "Nonsense, noona. It's the least I can do. Sorry you had to go into the restaurant and get eight portions all by yourself."

I shake my head quickly. "No, really, it's fine. You can't be seen—understood completely."

"Thanks for understanding."

I nod, the lump forming in my throat catching me by surprise.

"Soon, it'll be the same for me, won't it?"

He sighs. "Not gonna lie... probably."

"Do you miss it? You know, leading a normal life... doing normal stuff."

"Like picking up food from a restaurant?" He laughs softly.

"Yeah."

He looks out the window for a moment. "I have my phases. We all do. Times when we just want to disappear somewhere no one knows us... where we can just live."

I hum, not trusting my voice to say more.

"But then I remember what Namjoon hyung always says—'Focus on what we have, not what we don't.'" His voice is steady, calm, like the road ahead. "And honestly, we're lucky. Yeah, we sacrifice a lot, but I'd do it over and over if it meant having these six brothers this life gave me."

He smiles, eyes briefly meeting mine, then back to the road.

Focus on what I have.

I replay his words in my mind.

I'm not here for fame or money. I'm here because in them I will find a new family.And I'm sure these boys will make this strange life worth it.

And because of him.

My mind spirals, but I clamp down on the thought. No. Absolutely not. Feelings for Namjoon? Impossible.

The boys are off limits.

Who even said that? That's the voice inside me again, insidious and persistent.

There's no rule about my dating life in the contract, but the ARMY? The public? The image? I can't add scandal to their record.

Besides, this crush is one-sided. He deserves better. He probably just wants a friend. Someone who sees him. That's all. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek, the way he kissed you?

I'm tangled in my thoughts when the car pulls up.

Back home.

My new home.

My new chapter.

And suddenly, it's all overwhelming.

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The soft glow of my new oven's digital clock caught my eye. Shoot. I was running late.

After lunch, the boys had quietly slipped away from my apartment. Some claimed errands, others muttered vague excuses, but I knew the truth — they were giving me space. Space to breathe, to settle, to feel this place as my own. They were thoughtful like that, each one, and I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten with affection. Not just for BTS as a whole — I'd loved them forever — but for them, the real people behind the cameras. The ones who laughed too loudly, who tripped over their words, who carried gentle hearts under spotlight's glare.

Reality snapped me back. My lasagna was almost done, but the little banner I'd bought—Welcome to My Housewarming Party—still waited to be hung. I dragged a chair over, eyes on the spot near the ceiling, imagining it stretched across the room.

One side was perfect.

The other... the sofa was in the way.

I stepped up onto the sofa cushion, still not tall enough. I shifted onto the headrest, stretching, fingertips grazing the edge where the banner should catch. The wall seemed further away than it looked.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door.

"Nooo—MINUTE!" I shrieked, losing my balance.

My body tipped backward, the hard fall inevitable.

But then — instead of cold floor against my skin — strong arms wrapped around me, steady and warm.

I swallowed hard, looking up into those familiar eyes.

"Already trying to win the clumsiness contest?" Namjoon's voice held a teasing disbelief.

"Just trying to fix this up here," I said breathlessly, holding up the banner.

He smiled, like it was the easiest thing in the world, stepped onto the sofa, and secured the other side in seconds.

"Thanks," I muttered, cheeks flushed.

"My pleasure," he said, stepping down gracefully.

Then — beep beep beep — the oven chimed.

"I just came down to see if you needed help or if I should tell the boys to come down already."

"Yes, please," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "Food's ready."

Namjoon sniffed the air. "Smells divine already."

I blinked and turned away, suddenly dizzy, standing in the middle of my living room as my heart pounded.

Was this really happening?

Here I was, living my very own K-drama moment.