I LOST LIKE HALF OF MY READERS!! bear with me, guys </3

on the night of his first day at the bhb house, it doesn't take long for yoongi's usual night habits to seep in. he woke up at around half past 11, the numbers on the digital clock on his bedside table nearing midnight, the rush of late night adventures in his system.

he slipped into his pure black sweater, covering his shirtless chest, though he let his black boxer briefs be. he was most likely half asleep, still, but that didn't stop him from trying to go downstairs and have an adventure— or maybe just have a glass of water.

jeongguk's light was off. seokjin and taehyung's were on though, bright light visible through the bottom of the door. the guy across from his room... park jimin, was it? his light was off. perhaps he still hasn't arrived.

and as he trudged down the dark hallway, he noticed how the door to hoseok's room was ajar, emitting the bright light from inside. he winced upon staring at it for a few seconds, but as he slowly passed by, he also took in some of the words from a hushed conversation inside the said room.

"okay, but," it was namjoon (this explained why his room light was off— he probably slept often in hoseok's room, yoongi assumed), sounding a bit tired though amazed and curious at the same time, "is anything real?" he questioned.

yoongi raised a brow. for a few seconds, it was silent until hoseok spoke up. "okay, no, joonie, stop." he sounded like he was quite used to all of this...

namjoon sounded like he didn't want to stop, though. "but, hobi, think about it—"

"that's enough existentialism for today." hoseok firmly said.

namjoon just whined.

yoongi, deciding to let it be before he himself starts thinking deep like namjoon, walked towards the stairs. though as he descended, he started to hear the faint sound... of music. he shook his head once, twice. but it wasn't just in his head— actual music was coming from downstairs.

is someone still awake? he questioned to himself, but got his answer when he was greeted with an empty, light deprived living room. but he still heard the sound of music, only this time it was more audible. yoongi almost started shaking his head lightly from the beat, if only he weren't so curious of its origin.

after a while of standing still, his gaze averted towards the door below the stairs. the basement door? he noticed how the faint sound of music came from whatever was behind that door, along with a few other sounds of... rough footsteps? or something.

he inched nearer, curiosity winning him over as he was nearly about to take a grip on the doorknob, to open the mysterious door and see what was behind it, until—

the room suddenly filled with light. yoongi winced at the sudden flash, but quickly rubbed his eyes and looked up from his spot.

right over at the doorway to the living room, stood a raven haired boy, looking absolutely terrified at the sight of min yoongi. with wide eyes, the boy quickly kicked off one of his yellow, high cut converse, proceeding to pick it up and aim it at yoongi.

troubled expression, yoongi waved his hands frantically as he yelled out, "wait, no, no, i'm—" but his excuse wasn't taken at all, as the boy hurled the shoe at yoongi's direction. with a bit of luck, though, yoongi avoided it by an inch, the shoe merely hitting a bit of his shoulder. 

jumping over the couch, yoongi yelled for the boy to stop, only to see the boy shoving off his other shoe and aiming once more, and—

footsteps descending the stairs.

"what is the meaning of this?" it was seokjin, in his grey tank top, pink bunny slippers, light blue cotton shorts that went down to his knees. he looked bothered, a bit tired, looking between jimin and yoongi with an exasperated expression.

"jin!" yoongi yelled, relieved. "help! he threw a shoe at me!" at the same time, he noticed how the music coming from the basement door had... stopped.

"that's hyung to you, yoongi." seokjin huffed, receiving a glare of disbelief from yoongi. afterwards, seokjin looked over at jimin. "care to explain to me why i woke up in the middle of the night for this shit fest, park jimin?"

yoongi looked over as well. so he was park jimin. discarded yellow converse, over-sized white sweater, black ripped jeans and raven haired that was split in the middle. and, a bonus— miraculously smaller than yoongi! well, sort of.

"he's... a thief?!" jimin pointed shakily at yoongi. "hyung, i was shocked!"

"you fucking threw a shoe at me."

jimin sent a glare towards yoongi, "with that black sweater you're wearing and the fact you were reaching out for the basement, it's obvious why i had to throw a shoe at you! to defend myself! i really did think you were a thief."

"do thieves wear boxer briefs while robbing houses?" yoongi retorted.

seokjin suddenly waved his hands frantically up in the air. "hold the fuck up. yoongi," he looked at the said male, "you were gonna enter the basement?"

yoongi frowned. "i was gonna get a glass of water, but then i heard something down there, so i just—" jimin was looking at him as if he had just offended his whole family, whilst seokjin looked at him in pure disbelief. this house just gets stranger... "—what, was it a bad thing to do? sorry, i got curious."

seokjin shook his head. "no, no. while i personally think that jimin should apologize," he glanced at jimin pointedly, who crossed his arms and looked away. "you should probably stay away from the basement at night, yoongi. it's not anything serious, though... we'll tell you about it sometime. just... not now."

yoongi raised an eyebrow at him, glancing between jimin and he. "what, are you guys hiding dead bodies down there?"

jimin flinched. "hey! no, its not that serious—"

"take a joke." yoongi rolled his eyes, "but it's fine. i'll wait. it's also fine if you guys never tell me. curiosity just... got the best of me, that's all."

seokjin slowly nodded at him. after a moment, he turned to frown at jimin, "okay, you shit, apologize."

"wh—" jimin spluttered, "hyung!" he whined.

"apologize." seokjin glared, tone of voice very serious.

yoongi looked at jimin expectantly. "you heard him."

jimin frowned over at yoongi, but nonetheless spoke with slight reluctance hidden in his voice, "i'm sorry i threw my shoe at you. i thought you were a thief." he stepped forward, towards yoongi, looking anywhere else but at the older male. he held his arm out, hand shaking a bit. "park jimin." he mumbled.

yoongi looked at jimin's hand wearily, before grasping and slowly shaking it with his own.

...the more this house gets stranger, the more my interest comes to life..

"min yoongi."