Everyone complied, knowing that Hoseok had likely spent the entire afternoon researching the therapy tactic before coming home. It was a little awkward at first, being something between intimacy and cuddling, but also not like either of those actions. Hoseok paused for a brief moment to hook up his phone to the house system and play some soft meditation music, setting the mood for everyone to fall into the needed state a little easier. Within about ten minutes, everyone was breathing contentedly, their minds and bodies at peace as they smoothed their hands over one another's back soothingly. All four of them had their eyes closed, letting the music and the warmth seep into their bodies.
"I love you, Princess," Hoseok whispered after another ten or so minutes, "I'm going to be here for you, no matter how long it takes, and no matter what you need from me."
"I love you, Hobi," she snuggled her face into his neck, giggling, "But I think we're going to need to take this to another room. Kook and Jilly Bean sound they're about to start working on another form of therapy."
Hoseok's eyes went wide, looking over at the other couple who were starting to become impassioned with their hands roaming over one another, "Oop!" he popped his lips into a cute O, "Yeah, let's go to my room."
"I wouldn't mind some more skin to skin contact," Joss purred, playing with the hair on the back of his head, "I think both are healing."
He helped her stand, pulling a blanket up with him and wrapping it around her shoulders, "I think I can make accommodations," he gave her a playful smirk.
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**time skip**
The only thing Kim Seokjin loved more than cooking for his precious girls, was watching them cook for him and his friends. Jill and Joss never did any chore, whether cleaning, working out, or cooking, without music...and with those girls, music meant dancing. He propped his chin in his palm, watching as they boogied around each other smoothly in the kind of synchronicity that was only found by people who had lived together for a while, who had done it a thousand times before.
"Pop ya glasses, shake ya asses. Face screwed up like ya havin' hot flashes," Jill did a sassy spin before picking up a knife and getting to work on a counter full of vegetables.
Joss' butt was popping side to side, spatula in hand as she sauteed the meat in the pan, waving it in the air from time to time when the music got to her. Jin nodded along, smiling over at Yoongi as he shuffled in next to him, watching the women with equal adoration.
"What are they making?" Yoongi asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt their groove, "It smells good."
"They're trying their hand at japchae," Jin answered, "They heard it was Tae's favorite and felt it was something they could easily tackle."
"Looks like they've got a handle on it," Yoongi nodded approvingly, "Even if it tastes horrible, I'm just happy to see them getting back to their old selves."
"Princess is ready to go back to work," Jin informed him, "I think I'll want to take that day and the next off, just in case."
"I'm sure we can come up with some distractions," Yoongi answered, "It's going to be hard on Kitten, too. She'll worry about her the whole time." He chuckled, "Probably going to have to just tranquilize Kook and Joon though."
"Let's eat!" Joss turned around and yelled to the rest of the house, noticing Yoongi and bouncing over to him to kiss his cheek, "Hi, Yoongles."
"Hi, Baby," he smiled, pulling her close for a tight hug, "I was wondering if you might be up to staying in my room tonight? It's been a while."
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