Kim Seokjin was like a mother. A mother to all that met him. A mother to his best friends. Whenever anyone had family or friends over, he'd be the one to cook, decorate, and prepare everything. He didn't mind it, (well, most of the time), because that was who he was. That was Kim Seokjin.

Maybe that's why he was currently doing all six of his best friends' laundry, while they were busy doing, well, whatever he wasn't. This was one of those times where he definitely did mind it.

"Taehyung, Jungkook, would you come here please," Seokjin called, trying to hold his temper. How many times did he have to tell those two, Do not throw your dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. At this point, probably no less than three thousand.

Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook were busy playing Mario Kart 8. Jungkook was currently winning. He had chosen Metal Mario, and so far he had proven to be the fastest avatar in the game.
Yells of excitement rang through the house as they began their third lap around Yoshi Circuit.

Jimin kept looking back at Yoongi from the floor, who was sleeping on the couch.

The maknae line didn't want to accidentally wake him. But their yells and shouts didn't bother him.
Jimin just smiled, turning back to the TV.

"Yoongi-hyung could sleep through a hurricane." He said, laughing his sweet, comforting laugh.

By this time, they were too trapped in their game to hear a certain hyung calling their names.

"Yah! Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, get over here right now!"

Seokjin's loud voice cut off Taehyung's deep shout as Jungkook used a turtle shell on him, taking first place for the fifth time in a row.

The loud sound of Jin's voice made the two maknaes just looked at each other in astonishment.

Namjoon, who was sitting on the couch next to a sleeping Yoongi, looked up from his book.

"Uh oh, that didn't sound nice. You might wanna go see what Jin-hyung needs."
He said quietly, his silver bangs flopped over to one side.

All three of the maknaes got up off the floor to go see what the two had done to cause all this yelling.

Taehyung was genuinely scared for his life. Jin rarely yelled, or at least not that loud. They approached his and Jungkook's shared room cautiously, since that was were the sound came from.

"Y-yes Jin-Hyung? You called us?"
Jungkook asked shakily.

Seokjin stood in the bathroom doorway, hands on his hips. The perfect mother image.

"I have told you and Taehyung a thousand times, not to throw your clothes on the bathroom floor,"
He said, pointing to the two-foot tall heap of clothes by the bathroom door.

Jimin was cracking up in the background, laughing like someone had just told him the funniest joke in the universe.

"Sorry Hyung," said Taehyung and Jungkook with their heads down and pouts on their faces.

Darn those adorable pouts, Seokjin just couldn't be mad at the maknaes for long.

"Ahh, it's okay. Just...just don't do it again. You can go back to playing your game," he said, softening at their apologetic looks.

Taehyung and Jungkook perked up at his words and smiled, both of them giving their hyung a hug before going back to the family room.

"Yah! By the way, where is Hobi?"
Seokjin called.

Jungkook looked back, "He went to get some food, he said he was hungry."

Seokjin just nodded, going back to gathering the laundry and putting it all in a basket for washing.

Jimin was still laughing when they sat down. "what are you laughing at?" Asked Taehyung.

"You were both so scared! You looked like someone was gonna kidnap you!" Jimin laughed loudly, holding his stomach.

"Aishh, you pabo." said Taehyung, narrowing his eyes and flicking Jimins forehead.

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"I'm your hope, your my hope, I'm J-hope!!" Hoseok yelled brightly, walking into the family room, where everyone was gathered. Well, everyone except Seokjin. In Hoseok's hands he held three bags of food: Bulgogi and Japchae.

Namjoon was still reading. He was reading Five Feet Apart. For some reason it was very interesting to him, and he just couldn't seem to put the book down. Yoongi was up now, sitting on the couch beside Namjoon, head resting on Namjoon's shoulder.
Everyone was bored to say the least. Their boss had called and told them to take a day off, since it was so hot outside.

"Hey Hobi-hyung, I'm hungry. Can I have some of your food? Please??" Taehyung begged from the floor. He hadn't eaten breakfast and he was starving.

"Yah! Can't you get your own food sometimes?"

Taehyung pouted and let out a whine, "B-but hyung, I'm starving. Pretty please with a Hobi on top?" He said, giving him those adorable puppy eyes.

Now, Hoseok just couldn't say no to that.

"Ahh okay, I'll give you some-" suddenly his reply was cut off by a loud crash coming from somewhere in the house.

"That sounded like it came from the laundry room." Said Yoongi, head still on Namjoon's shoulder.

And with that, everyone scrambled to see what had made the loud sound.

They approached the laundry room only to be met with a scene that one would have thought could only have been made by a certain leader of their group.

They all gasped.

Everywhere in the laundry room was an enormous amount of dirty clothes all strewn about like someone had just thrown a dirty laundry party.

Dirty socks everywhere. Every pair of clothing that each of the members had worn for a good two weeks lay in every nook and cranny.

Then there was the center of attention.

On the ground lay Seokjin, looking like he had wanted to nap in the middle of doing laundry.

Except, one thing was off.

He was unconscious.

A/N:
Hi! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I finished faster than I expected :D
I'll try and update as often as possible, but I do start school this week, so please bare with me.
Thank you so much for reading!! Annyeong!! 💜💜