The date was set for a night that wouldn't interfere with anyone's schedules. Surprisingly, it wasn't as difficult as they thought it would be, there being eight of them and all, and the night approached before most of them even realized it.

Hoseok was not at all yet prepared to be watching any sort of movie in the horror genre.

Seokjin was fully prepared to be the best looking one at the gathering.

Yoongi was not at all yet prepared to be spending more time with Jimin due to the memory of his scarcely avoided urge to kiss the boy.

Namjoon was fully prepared to be the best party host ever, if this could be considered a party - it could, right?

Taehyung was fully prepared to demolish everyone in an overly competitive game of Mario Kart and perhaps get closer to a certain someone.

Jimin was somewhere in the middle of the 'prepared' spectrum, thoughts of Yoongi attempting to overtake his excitement for the movie and games.

Yugyeom was fully prepared and extremely excited to be spending time with the person he would not even slightly deny he had fallen head over heels for already.

Jungkook just wanted snacks.

So with all these things in their heads the eight eventually showed up at Namjoon's house, which they would discover would be completely void of people other than themselves, as Namjoon's sister lived on her own, and his parents, who always left their son a key, were away on a trip. For that reason, he had priorly given them permission to crash at his place should they be too lazy to head home that night.

Yoongi had been the first to arrive. He didn't knock at the door. He never did with Namjoon. Not at the boy's dorm, not at his house. He was practically family anyway and what kind of family member knocks on the door at their own house?

"Can I go home now?"

Smirk on his lips, Namjoon reached out and seized his friend by the sleeve of his gray cardigan sweater, dragging him into the house as Yoongi released a long sigh. He really didn't want to be here. But perhaps, if he were to think positively, he could find some way to tolerate it.

"Don't look so thrilled, Yoongs," Namjoon joked. He watched as his friend lowered himself slowly to the couch in the living room, then proceeded to sprawl out across it like a cat selfishly claiming where it would take its nap. And unsurprisingly, the selfish cat was asleep in a matter of seconds.

"I'd wake you up but you probably need sleep anyway," the blond whispered under his breath. "So I'll be kind and let you sleep till everyone's here."

The next to arrive were Jimin and Taehyung. When the door was opened to them, the latter proudly held up his copy of the horror movie he promised to bring as well as an awfully battered Mario Kart case that looked like it could have potentially been chewed on by a couple of five-year-olds, but Namjoon didn't ask any questions. He simply smiled at both boys, wider at Jimin, who noticed and offered a quiet laugh as he quirked a curious brow.

"What's with you?"

"Yoongi's already here," the older replied. He failed to repress the chuckle triggered by the way Jimin's eyes immediately lit up at the mention of the name, and how he leaned to the side to peer into the house, but soon after returned to his initial position and coughed. Not very good at being subtle at all.

"Just...Yoongi?" He cleared his throat - once again, as an act of attempted subtlety that failed in the eyes of the all-too-observant Namjoon.

"Yeah, so far," he answered. "Just me and my sleeping cat. And you guys, now. So, you wanna come in or not?"

Stepping aside, Namjoon allowed the two boys to enter his humble abode in which were no others save them and the "sleeping cat". And as Taehyung inquired of Namjoon what he should do with the items he brought, Jimin's eye was caught by the older boy lounging lazily on the living room couch, one arm hanging over the edge of said couch, the other (bandaged) one across his stomach. The sight of this alone drew from Jimin a fond smile. He tiptoed over to the couch, knelt in front of it, and checked over his shoulder to see if his two friends were watching him. They had gone off to the kitchen, he discovered, hearing Taehyung suddenly comment on the wide selection of food in Namjoon's fridge and how it made theirs dorms look oh-so-pitiful. Jimin turned towards Yoongi again. And he looked upon him. Fondly.

Like a sleeping angel...

He could see the steady, relaxed rise and fall of Yoongi's chest, and every few seconds the corner of his mouth would twitch involuntarily. Other than that, though, he was completely still. And so was Jimin. He remained in a kneeling position, half-lidded eyes fixed on Yoongi's sleeping face and a smile on his own lips, not considering the fact that either of his two friends that were awake could potentially reenter the room at any given second - or, worse, Yoongi could wake up.

Unconsciously he outstretched his hand to brush aside a lock of Yoongi's hair.

"Jiminie~..."

Startled by the sound of Taehyung's voice from directly behind him, Jimin tore his hand away in a hasty manner, accidentally scratching the side of Yoongi's face in the process. He felt it. The sensation of his nails scraping against the boy's soft skin. And after one somewhat frustrated glance at Taehyung, Jimin turned back to Yoongi to make sure he hadn't drawn blood with that quick swipe. Thankfully, he hadn't, but it did cause Yoongi to be stirred awake.

"Ah, Y-Yoongi, I'm sorry, it was Taehyung-"

"What? I didn't do anything, Jiminie. You were the one staring at him."

"Tae, sshhh!!"

He propped himself up on the couch, rubbing his eyes groggily as he massaged the part of his head where Jimin had accidentally scratched. A funny look on his face, he blinked several times and squinted at the boy who now scrambled to his feet.

"Oh, you two are here?"

He rubbed his eyes again. Jimin pursed his lips. So freaking cute...

"Hey, Yoongi." He boldly took a seat on the couch beside Yoongi. His eyes fell on the boy's bandaged arm. "I know I ask this every time, but...how's the burn?"

Yoongi slowly raised his arm. "Present," he said vaguely. "I think it's been getting better, but it stings like nobody's business when I touch it so I'm fortunate I didn't fall asleep on it. That would've been bad."

"Yeah, it would have, wouldn't it?" Jimin chuckled.

At that moment, there was another knock at the door, followed by a loud, "The snacks have arrived!!"

"Seokjin," Jimin scarcely suppressed a giggle. "Tae, could you g-"

"On it."

Namjoon beat him to it, though, but regardless Taehyung made his way over to the door and was straightaway greeted by a big hug from Hoseok, who had arrived at the house along with Seokjin. Jimin smiled and waved as he made eye contact with the two new arrivals. Hoseok smiled even wider at his friend, then threw up his brows as he saw Yoongi sitting beside Jimin. He hadn't forgotten the boy was going to be here, but seeing as this was the first time he was meeting him in person, it did take him aback just slightly.

"Well, hello there, Yoongi." He grinned and held out his arms as he approached the boy. "Are you a hug person?"

Yoongi deadpanned. "Do I look like a hug person?"

"Wait, you don't like hugs?" Jimin turned suddenly to him, now wearing an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, I've hugged you at least three times."

"No, that was okay."

"Biased," Yoongi heard Namjoon scoff in amusement, and if his blonde friend had been close enough, he would have smacked him upside the head. So instead, he did what he did best and sighed, rolling his eyes. Hoseok pouted.

"You wound me, Yoongi." He plopped himself down on the couch on Yoongi's other side. "Jinnie! There's room for one more!"

"We are not squeezing four people on this couch," Yoongi hissed.

"Nonsense! There's plenty of room. Jimin, scoot over, will you?"

"No, you guys can sit on the floor."

"Mean."

"I want Tae to sit with us."

"Again, mean."

"No, it's okay," Taehyung called over, "I'll sit on the floor, Jiminie."

"You know there is a second couch right next to that one..." Namjoon joined. "You could just rotate it to face the screen."

"Someone's knocking at the door," Seokjin noted. "Who is it?!"

"Uhh, Yugyeom?" The voice replied, noticeably tentative. "Is this the right place??"

"Tell him no."

"Hobi, I oughta slap you...just a second! Hobi, go open the door for him."

"B-"

"No." He held up a stern index finger. "Go open the door for him. You guys are friends now, aren't you? No reason to be like this. Now go."

Crossing his arms indignantly, Hoseok muttered under his breath, "I was only joking" before rising from the couch and walking over to the front door. He opened it, still pouting from his motherly friend's comment, and was greeted by a bright smile that only grew brighter after eye contact was made.

"Hoseok!" Yugyeom brushed aside his bangs as his eyes became squinted. "Hi."

"Hi..." Hoseok replied in a quieter voice.

"Am I the last one here? Have you guys been waiting long?"

"Uh." The redhead took a moment and glanced back into the house. "No, we're still waiting on Jungkook."

"Really?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. I didn't want to be the last one. I don't like feeling like I'm late to things. Though I am surprised, I kinda expected Jungkook to get here before me..."

Yugyeom took a moment to pull out his phone, intending to check his messages to see if Jungkook had texted him. And unconsciously, Hoseok began to watch the boy's face, not moving from his place by the door, his mind drifting back to the two's coffee not-date, and how he hated to admit he really enjoyed Yugyeom's company and would honestly not mind doing it again some time - but of course, he would never admit to that, not even to himself...

"Oh, that's not good."

Hoseok's train of thought snapped. "What?"

"Jungkook," Yugyeom answered. "He said there was an accident on the boulevard and his bus got caught in a lot of traffic because of it."

"Wait, seriously?" Hoseok tried to get a quick peek of Yugyeom's phone screen. "Is he okay??"

"Yeah, he wasn't in the accident, just affected by it apparently." He paused. "Ah, okay he says he's just gonna walk the rest of the way here."

"What's going on, why haven't you guys come inside yet?"

Before Hoseok could blink, Seokjin was suddenly standing beside him, hands on his hips as though he expected he would be having to lecture his best friend again about treating Yugyeom kindly. But Yugyeom quickly explained the situation before Jin said another word.

"Walk?" The older male furrowed his brow. "How far away is he? Ah, by the way, glad you could make it, Yugyeom."

Yugyeom smiled. "Wouldn't miss it. And Jungkook said he's not too far, it'd probably take longer if someone were to try and pick him up with all the traffic and whatnot."

"Darn." Seokjin snapped his fingers. "I was just about to suggest I could pick him up. Well, if that's the case I guess we'll just have to hope he knows where he's going."

In reluctant agreement the three boys went inside, closing the door behind them and rejoining the four others who were waiting in the living room. The four others who were strangers to Yugyeom - well, nearly. He recognized Jimin from his dance class. And Taehyung looked exactly like that stylishly dressed boy he had seen several times waiting outside the studio for his friends.

"Welcome, Yugyeom," Namjoon greeted, stepping out in front of the group where he could be seen easily, the proudest smile on his face. He enjoyed being a host. Even for a small, informal gathering such as this. Seokjin could tell that quite easily, and he failed to hold back the smile brought about by Namjoon's charming voice and gestures. "Now I don't know if Jungkook already filled you in as to who we are, so I'll just introduce you to everyone anyway. My name is Namjoon, the handsome gentleman to your right is Seokjin, though I heard him already introduce himself at the door, this boy standing next to me," he placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder, "is Taehyung, and the two lovebirds there on the couch are my good friends Yoongi and Jimin."

That teasing comment was what it took for Yoongi to finally move from his seated position - barely, but just enough so that he could reach Namjoon and give his cheeky friend a merciless pinch on the arm. He tried to, that is. But the blond stepped out of the way just in time to dodge the attack.

"And of course," Namjoon added, "you already know Hoseok."

"Of course," Yugyeom beamed. "And Jungkook."

"Who is not yet here," Taehyung noted. He peered at the front door. "Where is he?"

"He'll be a little later, got caught in traffic," Yugyeom explained for the third time. "He's walking the rest of the way here."

"He what??"

"It's okay, he didn't get hurt in the accident-"

"The what??"

"There was an accident?" Jimin tensed for a moment. "Is he okay?"

Hoseok sighed. "Jimin, he literally just said Jungkook didn't get hurt."

"Oh. Right. Well, should someone go pick him up or something? Seokjin, did you bring your car?"

"Apparently with the traffic, it would be counterproductive to go by car."

"Oh."

"I just checked the forecast," Namjoon said out of nowhere, "apparently it's supposed to rain."

"It's supposed to what?!"

"Tae, get a hold of yourself..."