Seokjin
It had been a very long day. Dance practice, interviews, meetings for comebacks, endless hours in front of mirrors for hair and makeup. It didn't help that it was near monsoon season and it was pouring with rain, leaving it cold and damp and everyone was feeling generally miserable. They had made it home around 9pm, having stopped off somewhere to eat and dragged their tired bodies home.
The moment the front door closed behind Seokjin, everyone had disappeared into their respective rooms or bathrooms. Not that he blamed them, he very much wanted a hot shower and his pyjamas and maybe an hour or two on the switch before he went to sleep.
However, there were things that needed to be done before that. Dishes from the past two days were covering the kitchen counters and washing needed to be put in the washer then dryer and he also needed to double check the groceries because he was sure they were running out.
With all this running through his mind, it surprised him to find Grace already dealing with the mountain of dishes. "I'm happy doing this if you want to do the washing and then I can have a look at our groceries."
It was almost as if she read his mind.
With a grin and a nod, Seokjin grabbed all the laundry he could find and shoved it into the washer, putting it on. And with a shower free, he jumped in and changed into his pyjamas. By the time he was finished with all that, Grace had already cleaned the kitchen, done a shopping list and got into her own pyjamas and was in front of the TV in the living room.
"At least we have tomorrow off," Seokjin groaned as he sat down next to her on the couch, pulling the blanket over the two of them as Grace settled into his side with her cheek on his chest.
"And we start all over again," she mused, finding some random TV program to put on for the two of them while Seokjin wrapped his arms around her, pulling the blanket closer.
"Tomorrow's a new day and we start all over again."
Yoongi
They were called two cats in a pod for a reason and it wasn't just that they had similar personalities or characteristics, it was in the way they were patient but impatient at the same time. They didn't mind the waiting but they hated waiting for the wrong reasons. Another KPop group goes on before them because of someone's error, they're pissed because it means more waiting. Of course, it's never said but you can see it bubbling.
Today was one of those days.
Rehearsals had been delayed because of some error or because of someone not doing their job properly. The others utilised their time with their phones or with the staff, doing some interviews here and there or even sleeping.
For Yoongi and Grace, they were wide awake with very little to do. They played a game on their phones which they had connected together but they soon got bored of that. Even trying to read one of Namjoon's books had done nothing but make them more bored.
Grace sighed, adjusting in her chair to cross one leg over the other so she could reach down and rub at her ankles. It was a new heel day and these were killer. However, she assumed (wrongly) that she could wear the heels, die then the day would be over. Not wear the heels, die all day because the dance wouldn't be happening for another few hours and then crawl to the van.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi watched Grace with her heels. He wasn't one for physical affection, even with his sister but he wasn't exactly going to let her suffer either. Without saying a word, he reached down and pulled her feet up so they draped across his lap. He didn't say much further as he pulled the high heels off so he lightly massaged the pain away.
"Thank you," Grace sighed as she leaned forward to press her forehead against his shoulder. He still said nothing but smiled to himself, digging his thumb further into her heel to relieve the pressure.
Hoseok
Hobi adjusted his phone in his hand, holding it so it was easier on his fingers while the video played. They were at a photoshoot and he was waiting on his turn, having placed fourth in line to go with Grace to follow him. There wasn't much to do but catch up on his kdramas and his emails while he waited to be called for wardrobe and hair/makeup.
A light weight to his chest startled him and he almost dropped his phone until he realised who it was.
"Bored, noona?" Hobi asked, pushing a pillow behind him so there was something supporting his neck and back.
"Hmm, I got here first but placed fifth. Might as well hang out with you till you're called," Grace shifted so her head was resting on his chest, her face turned upwards towards the phone where the episode was playing.
"Have you seen this? Do you want me to start again?" he asked, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair.
"No you can keep going, I don't want to interrupt where you're up to," she adjusted slightly but stayed still, letting Hobi play with her hair while the drama played.
Hobi grinned and turned up the volume a bit, settling in to watch his episode and keep his noona company. He didn't know how long time had passed but they got five episodes in before he was called so he handed his phone to Grace with the promise that they could continue watching the season but allowing her to catch up on what she had missed so far.
Namjoon
It was hard being the leader of the group, it was even harder being the mother of the group. She counted every single head as they went out the door, made sure everyone had their phones, passports, ID, games, snacks, etc and that they had their shoes on. She was the first one there when the first signs of an illness arrived, she was the first one there when someone was sad and she was the first one there if anyone had a solo project.
Namjoon was the bridge between the band and the company, the one who took the lead in interviews, made sure everyone's schedules were on track and he was keeping up to date with what everyone was doing. While Seokjin & Yoongi took the title of 'father' in the dorms, Namjoon was the 'father' in public.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Grace hide a yawn behind her hand then wince. She had woken up with a sore throat that was leaving her with little to no voice, she was running a bit of a fever and there was a constant supply of tissues nearby. It was rare for Grace to get ill but when she did, she got it bad.
They were at another award show but thankfully no performance so all they had to do was sit there and smile and collect their awards if they were awarded any.
Namjoon could see Grace shiver slightly and it wasn't because of the room. She already had a blanket draped over her legs and as much as she wanted to drape it around her shoulders, she couldn't at an award ceremony. Without thinking about it, Namjoon shrugged off his blazer and slid it onto her shoulders, tucking the blanket tighter around her legs.
"Hopefully we won't be long Gigi," he muttered as he scooted closer, trying to give her as much warmth as possible. Hobi, who sat next to Grace, saw what was going on and scooted closer as well.
When there was an advert break, Namjoon felt the weight of Grace's head on his shoulder and he couldn't help but grin. It was rare for his noona to show any public affection to her brothers and especially to Namjoon, so the fact she was doing this now he knew she wasn't well at all.
Taking her smaller hand in his larger one, he gave it a soft squeeze and tried to rub some warmth into it. When they got home, they would make sure she was given enough medication before bed.
Jimin
He loved cuddles. He was known as the cuddle monster in the group and it didn't matter who it was, they were getting cuddled.
And he had found the perfect partner today.
They were at another video shoot and while everyone was messing around, giving interviews, playing games and just generally keeping themselves busy, Grace was sitting on the sofa with a book in her hand and a cup of tea given by the staff. It was a rare day where she wasn't getting bugged by someone or had a maknae in her face, demanding attention. She could just sit here and read her book.
Of course, some plans never go the way they want.
She glanced down when she felt a weight on her lamp and she grinned, seeing Jimin smiling like an angel up at her. "I knew the silence would be too good to last. You're not messing around with Taehyung and Jungkook?"
"I wanted to spend time with my noona," he pouted and wiggled so his head was in lap, turning so his back was against the couch and he could look out at the rest of the group. She said nothing as she put her mug on the nearest table and used her free hand to run through Jimin's dyed locks.
After a while, she changed hands so she ran a hand up and down his chest, keeping the book out of the way and without at any risk of dropping it. He didn't fall asleep, he was just content to stay in her arms and watch the rest of his brothers cause mischief, watching as Namjoon was scolded once again for breaking something.
"Can you read to me noona?" he asked after a while, turning so he looked up at Grace.
"It's in English but sure," she shrugged and turned the page after she finished reading the last paragraph and started anew, reading out loud for Jimin who slowly started to close his eyes.
Taehyung
Taehyung stretched out and wiggled his feet against the carpet, listening to the chaos that was BTS as they moved around the main house that would be their home during In The Soop. His eyes darted over the games, toys, things they could build as he heard someone play a couple of the keys on the keyboard and then the sound of suitcase wheels. He had already picked his room and had unpacked, wanting to get started on relaxing.
He didn't jump when someone else joined him on the carpet, not stretched out but rather sat cross-legged as they poked through some of the games. "Oooh, an English version of Monopoly," the voice said and Taehyung glanced up to see his noona in her summer shorts and a tank top, her long hair pulled up in a ponytail. "Pity there's no adult version of cards against humanity."
Without saying a word, he rolled until his head was on Grace's thighs.
"Hi," she chuckled as she looked down. "You look like a bear like that with all this hair," she added as she gently tugged at the natural waves.
Taehyung hummed in agreement and continued to watch her as she combed out his hair with her fingers, frowning when she came across a knot and undid it with some gentle tugs. "What are we having for dinner?" Hobi asked as he came back with Jimin and Namjoon, all of them spreading across the floor or the seating.
"I don't know what groceries they've given us and I don't know if Jin has anything planned, but I fancy chicken in this weather. Maybe we can get the barbecue on the go and do that instead," Grace shrugged as her fingers braided Taehyung's hair without much thought.
"You look like a baby down there," Jimin laughed as he pulled out his phone to take a picture that would be later sent to the group chat.
"I am today," Tae said as he shifted without much warning, leaning his back against his noona's chest which forced her to wrap her arms around his waist to support his weight.
"Ah is this all I'm going to get while we're here? Looking after babies and cooking," she asked, as her body went into automatic rocking mode which Hobi and Jimin started to film. "Listen, stop filming me and get the boys to start bringing the groceries in. Divide what they can and we can store some of it down here or in the campervan."
Jungkook
He was a crier. It was a known fact.
You couldn't say to Jungkook 'are you crying?' because it would just start him off and he would just cry over nothing. A little mistake was a huge one for him and he was always in fear of disappointing everyone including ARMY, no matter who told him differently.
He was sensitive and he couldn't help it.
Which is how he found himself in Grace's arms when it was revealed one of their managers was hitting him. It was embarrassing, mentally and physically, and upsetting because he thought he had been doing a good job, that all was going well. But he was only young, away from his home and away from his mother.
The moment Grace had stepped through the door, he had flown into her arms. They all knew what was going on and he didn't see Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi step in front of the pair or that Hobi was rubbing his back, Tae and Jimin whispering to him. He just wanted his mother, so Grace was the nearest person.
"It's alright Jungkook, don't worry," she whispered as she held him close and ran her fingers through his hair. "Noona is here. You're safe. He won't hit you again."
She had to support his weight and drag him out of the practice room, down towards what was their studio and pulled him with her to the couch.
"Hobi, make sure they don't kill him. Tae, can you go and get Jungkook some water and maybe a snack? And Jimin, can you go and get Jungkook's things and maybe inform Sejin-oppa of what's gone out?" she asked the three young men, still holding Jungkook close.
They were finally left alone and all she could was hold him close, and whisper nonsense in his ear until he calmed down. When he finally settled and stopped, she realised he had fallen asleep so she adjusted him in her arms so his head was underneath her chin.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you. No one will hurt you again."