Somewhere during the night, a soft knock resonated through my bedroom door.

"Come in," I called, sitting up straight and switching on my bed lamp.

Namjoon stood at the door, looking slightly awkward. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I couldn't sleep. I keep feeling like something is missing from my hoard."

I offered him a sympathetic smile. "Ah, it must be because it's a new place. Would it help if you slept here, or if you'd prefer, I can sleep in your nest so that you're not away from your hoard?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he hesitated before nodding. "If you could please."

I noticed his gaze trying to stay focused on my face, avoiding any awkwardness about my tank top and shorts. "I don't mind. Whatever makes you boys comfortable, I'm ready to do."

As I got out of bed, Namjoon led me to his room. The sight that greeted me was unexpected: his bed was covered in a vast collection of plushies, each one meticulously arranged. Namjoon glanced at the cluttered bed and then at me, his face showing a mix of embarrassment and determination.

"I’ll make some space," he said, rushing to clear a spot. I stood patiently at the door, allowing him the time he needed to adjust his personal space. I understood that this was his haven, and it was important for him to feel comfortable.

Once he was satisfied with the arrangement, he looked up at me and gave a small nod. "You can come in now."

I entered the room and took in the sight of his plushie-filled bed. Namjoon pulled back the duvet, revealing the space he had prepared in the center. He motioned for me to sit down, and I complied, carefully making my way to the spot he had cleared.

Namjoon then lay down beside me, gently pulling me closer. As he settled in, his hand rested on my bare stomach beneath my shirt. The unexpected warmth of his touch made me blush deeply. His fingers were gentle, but the contact sent a wave of warmth through me. He adjusted his position, bringing me even closer to him.

"Thank you for doing this," he murmured, his voice a blend of gratitude and relief.

I blushed even more, feeling his breath on my neck as he nuzzled closer. "It’s no trouble at all. I’m happy to help however I can."

Namjoon’s embrace was reassuring, and I could feel the tension in his body melting away as he relaxed into the closeness. His hand remained on my stomach, adding a layer of intimacy to the gesture. His warmth and presence created a cocoon of comfort, making me feel more secure.

As we drifted into a peaceful sleep, I felt a slight shift in the bed. A few hours later, the door to Namjoon’s room creaked open quietly. Jungkook appeared, his eyes scanning the room before he tiptoed over to the bed. He looked at the scene before him, his expression a mix of hesitation and concern.

Namjoon stirred slightly at the sound, his hand instinctively tightening around me as he noticed Jungkook’s presence. Jungkook, noticing that Namjoon was already partially awake, approached slowly. "Is it okay if I join you?"

Namjoon nodded sleepily. "Of course. There’s room."

Jungkook climbed onto the bed, settling in next to us. He adjusted himself carefully, finding a space in front of me. As he lay down, he gently wrapped his arms around me from the front, his presence adding another layer of warmth and security.

I felt a mix of surprise and comfort as Jungkook snuggled in, his body pressing lightly against mine. His touch was soothing, and the combined embrace of both Namjoon and Jungkook created a deep sense of safety and belonging.

"Thank you for letting me join," Jungkook murmured, his voice a soft whisper.

I smiled, feeling the soft purring of both Namjoon and Jungkook’s contented breathing. "I’m glad you’re here. It feels nice to have all of you close."

The added warmth and closeness were comforting, and soon, the three of us settled into a more profound sleep. The combined embrace of the boys made me feel enveloped in their care, and as the night continued, I felt a deepened connection with them both. This new dynamic was both comforting and intimate, setting the tone for our shared journey ahead.

The next morning, I woke up to find the bed empty. Both Namjoon and Jungkook had already left, and I was alone. I glanced at the clock that Namjoon had put up on the wall and saw it was 10 a.m. I had overslept significantly.

Panic set in as I realized that the boys must have woken up and were likely waiting for breakfast. I quickly threw off the covers and leapt out of bed, tripping over my own feet in my haste. My heart raced as I dashed towards the kitchen, hoping I wasn’t too late.

As I burst into the kitchen, I was met with the sight of Jin gently cooking at the stove. His presence was a comforting sight amidst my flurry of activity.

"Good morning," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, his eyes taking in my disheveled state.

"Good morning! I’m so sorry I’m late," I said, trying to catch my breath as I tied my hair into a messy bun. "I normally wake up earlier than this."

Jin’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, his eyes scanning me with a mix of curiosity and a slight smile. He seemed to be taking in the sight of me in my hurried, slightly rumpled state.

"It’s alright," Jin said, his tone warm and reassuring. "Everyone has their off days. Besides, breakfast is almost ready."

I sighed in relief and walked over to the counter, trying to regain my composure. Jin continued cooking with a practiced ease, occasionally glancing at me with that amused look. I felt a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny but tried to focus on helping out where I could.

"Let me know if you need any help," I offered, trying to sound casual despite the lingering embarrassment.

Jin nodded, his smile widening slightly. "Sure thing. You can help me set the table if you like."

As I moved to gather the plates and utensils, I could feel Jin’s eyes on me occasionally. I tried to shake off the feeling, concentrating on getting breakfast ready for everyone. Despite the rush of the morning, Jin’s presence was calming, and his easy demeanor helped ease my flustered state.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast cooking, and the anticipation of sharing a meal with the boys made the morning rush worth it.

As I busied myself with setting the table, the boys gradually made their way into the kitchen, drawn by the aroma of breakfast. Namjoon and Jungkook, dressed casually in comfortable clothing, took their seats at the table. Their eyes widened slightly when they noticed me in my silk shorts and tank top, having forgotten to put on a bra in my hasty rush.

I could feel their gaze as I moved around, setting down plates and utensils. Namjoon’s face flushed a deep red, his eyes darting away as he tried to maintain his composure. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed to take in the sight with a more intense gaze, his expression a mix of curiosity and interest. The other boys, who followed shortly, also noticed my appearance and their faces exhibited varying degrees of surprise and mild embarrassment.

I caught glimpses of their reactions in the corner of my eye—Yoongi’s face turned a shade of pink as he tried to look elsewhere, and Taehyung’s gaze lingered a moment longer before he quickly shifted his attention to the food. The room was charged with a mixture of awkwardness and unspoken thoughts, as some of the boys struggled to keep their eyes from wandering.

Trying to ignore the sudden tension in the air, I focused on finishing the task at hand. My cheeks warmed with a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness, but I forced myself to remain composed. Jin, who had been observing the situation with an amused expression, stepped in to diffuse the awkwardness by cheerfully announcing that breakfast was ready.

As we all took our seats and the conversation started flowing, the initial awkwardness gradually eased. The boys’ focus shifted from my appearance to the meal in front of us. The atmosphere soon became more relaxed, and the shared enjoyment of breakfast helped restore a sense of normalcy.

Despite the rocky start, the morning meal turned into a pleasant and bonding experience. The boys seemed more at ease, and as we ate together, the blushes and lingering glances gave way to laughter and friendly conversation.

Once breakfast was done, I rushed upstairs to change into a more appropriate outfit, feeling self-conscious after the morning's earlier awkwardness. As I hurried down the hallway, I bumped into Jimin, who was coming out of his room.

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly as he took in my appearance. His gaze was unabashed and openly curious, lingering longer than I had anticipated. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as his eyes fixated on me, particularly on my nipples, which had hardened slightly under the thin fabric of my tank top.

Despite my initial embarrassment, I felt an unexpected warmth spread through me. His unabashed stare made me acutely aware of my body, and for the first time, I felt a strange surge of confidence. Jimin’s gaze, though intense, made me realize that my body was being noticed in a way that felt different—empowering, even.

Trying to regain my composure, I quickly adjusted my shirt and made my way around him. “Oh, sorry Jimin,” I mumbled, my voice slightly shaky.

Jimin, seemingly unperturbed, offered a sheepish smile. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to—”

I hurried past him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and newfound confidence. Once in my room, I changed into a more appropriate outfit, but the lingering warmth and confidence from Jimin's gaze remained with me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and for the first time, I felt a sense of pride in my appearance.

When I finally came back downstairs, I carried that newfound confidence with me. Despite the earlier awkward encounter, I felt ready to face the day with a more positive outlook, embracing the comfort and strength that came from recognizing my own worth.