Perplexing Simplicities

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Hobi woke up first, realizing to his horror that his head wasn't resting on a pillow, but someone's leg. Yoongi's thigh. And he was in Yoongi's apartment. With Yoongi.

"Shit," he sat up like he'd been struck by lightning, quickly making sure Yoongi hadn't woken up with him. He hadn't. He was still sound asleep, snoring like a little kitten with his head lolled back over the couch. Shit. He had been a huge couch hog last night.

He whined and quickly checked his phone. It was Sunday morning, 1pm. Afternoon. It was afternoon. Shit. Hobi glanced back at Yoongi who still showed no signs of waking up. He shouldn't wake him, right? Then he'd have to talk to him... No. He wouldn't wake him up. In fact, he was halfway to the door, planning on just making a run for it, when he decided he probably couldn't do that either.

Sighing he took one more longing glance at Yoongi before making a decision.

Yoongi woke up to the sound of breaking glass, and at first, he thought he was dreaming, but then he realized he was roommates with Namjoon meaning it definitely wasn't a dream.

"Aish Na-" He bolted off the couch half-awake to find Hoseok poking his head innocently over the counter. "H-Hoseok..." He scratched his head and glanced around. Shit. That's right, Hobi was here. "What are you doing?"

Hobi pouted a little, "M-making breakfast? I'm sorry I may have broken a cup..."

Yoongi shook his head and sleepily went to grab a dust pan as Hobi went to work collecting the shards.

"I can do it, Yoongi, you don't have to help..." Yoongi ignored him and just silently finished cleaning up.

"Can I pay for the cup at least?"

Yoongi snorted and shook his head, slumping sleepily into a chair on the other side of the counter. "What are you making?"

Hobi beamed. "Eggs, and rice!" He eyed Yoongi who was suppressing a smirk. Badly. "What?! Okay, I never learned to cook cook, but I'm trying."

Yoongi gave him a curt little nod, a sleepy smile edging onto his face. "Well, I guess you have to start somewhere, right?"

Hobi beamed and slid the plate over to Yoongi. "Right." He felt very proud to have made something for him, even if it wasn't the best.

Yoongi frowned at the plate but didn't complain as he ate. He almost didn't notice that Hoseok wasn't eating because he was too busy staring at Yoongi. Almost. He glanced up suspiciously. "Is it poisoned?"

Hobi glared. "What?"

He cocked an eyebrow and pointed at the other plate. "You're not eating."

Hoseok's eyes widened, "Oh right, hah, sorry." And he came to sit next to Yoongi, awkwardly eating his breakfast.

Yoongi glanced up now that Hoseok was no longer blocking the oven clock and choked on his rice. "S-shit" he wheezed, "It's 1?!" He continued coughing while Hobi looked at him, concerned.

"Y-yeah, have somewhere to be?"

Yoongi turned, brazened, to Hoseok, his eyes watering madly from all the coughing. He managed to croak out a single word, "Work!"

Hoseok pursed his lips and handed Yoongi a glass of water. "Yeah, it's Sunday Yoongles." He tilted his head in a cute, slightly mocking, smile. "You don't have work."

Yoongi's face fell. "Oh" he blushed and coughed a few more times. "Right."

Hobi finally pushed his plate away, done. "So, what we doing today?" He didn't really intend it to sound so ~unified~ but it definitely came out that way and Yoongi eyed him, confused.