Morning in the penthouse rarely began peacefully.
Today was no exception.
"JUNG HOSEOK!"
Hoseok immediately froze.
The voice belonged to Kim Seokjin, which meant two things:
Someone was in trouble.
That someone was probably Hoseok.
Hoseok slowly peeked around the corner of the kitchen.
"…yes?"
Jin stood in the middle of the room holding something in his hands.
Something very suspicious.
Something pink.
Hoseok gasped.
"My cup!"
Jin narrowed his eyes.
"You left your sippy cup on the war strategy table."
The room went silent.
Jungkook burst out laughing first.
Yoongi followed with a quiet snort.
Taehyung fell dramatically onto the couch.
Jimin wheezed.
Namjoon covered his face.
Hoseok's ears turned red.
"It's NOT a sippy cup!"
Jin raised an eyebrow.
"It literally has a cartoon dinosaur on it."
"It's comforting!"
"It's a sippy cup."
Hoseok marched over and grabbed it.
"It is NOT!"
Taehyung pointed.
"It has two handles."
"THAT IS FOR BALANCE!"
Jimin wiped tears from his eyes.
"Our mafia sunshine drinks juice like a toddler."
Hoseok gasped dramatically.
"I hate all of you."
Yoongi finally looked up from his tablet.
"No you don't."
"…okay maybe not."
Namjoon sighed fondly.
"You know most mafia headquarters don't have juice boxes."
Hoseok crossed his arms.
"Well maybe other mafia leaders need more vitamins."
Jungkook walked over and ruffled his hair.
"You're ridiculous."
Hoseok pouted.
"I'm adorable."
"Debatable."
Hoseok tried to punch Jungkook.
Jungkook caught his wrist easily.
"Still slow."
Hoseok glared.
"I'm training!"
Taehyung grinned.
"Sure you are, baby fighter."
Hoseok stomped his foot.
"I literally knocked someone out yesterday!"
Jimin raised a hand.
"With a lamp."
"IT COUNTS!"
Yoongi nodded seriously.
"It does."
Hoseok immediately brightened.
"See?"
Yoongi smirked slightly.
"You weaponized interior decoration."
Training Time
Jungkook clapped his hands.
"Alright."
Everyone groaned.
"Training again?"
Hoseok immediately backed away.
"No."
Namjoon blocked the exit.
"Yes."
Hoseok looked betrayed.
"You're supposed to be the nice one!"
"I am."
"Then let me escape."
"No."
Hoseok turned toward Yoongi.
"Hyung?"
"No."
Jimin smiled sweetly.
"You're learning self-defense."
Hoseok flopped dramatically onto the couch.
"I hate this house."
Taehyung sat beside him.
"You love this house."
"…fine."
Jungkook tossed him training gloves.
"Put them on."
Hoseok struggled for thirty seconds.
Jin sighed and helped him.
"You're hopeless."
"I am delicate."
"You're dramatic."
Hoseok pointed accusingly.
"You raised me like this!"
"I did not!"
Jimin whispered to Taehyung.
"He definitely did."
Taehyung nodded.
"100%."
Sparring
Jungkook stepped onto the mat.
"Come on."
Hoseok shuffled forward nervously.
Namjoon leaned against the wall watching.
Yoongi typed quietly.
Jin held snacks.
Jimin and Taehyung were clearly preparing to mock him.
"Okay," Jungkook said.
"Focus."
Hoseok nodded seriously.
Then immediately tripped.
Jimin collapsed laughing.
Taehyung wheezed.
"Sunshine is losing to gravity."
Hoseok groaned from the floor.
"I'm quitting."
Jungkook helped him up.
"You're not quitting."
"Yes I am."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Hoseok kicked lightly at Jungkook.
Jungkook stepped aside easily.
"Too slow."
Hoseok kicked again.
Missed again.
Taehyung clapped sarcastically.
"Incredible."
Hoseok glared.
"Fight me."
"I will destroy you."
"You're like 90% limbs."
Jimin whispered, "He's not wrong."
Hoseok suddenly lunged.
Jungkook blinked.
Then stumbled slightly.
Everyone froze.
"…wait," Jimin said.
"…did he almost hit you?"
Jungkook looked impressed.
"Oh."
Hoseok blinked.
"Did I win?"
"No."
"…but close?"
"…closer."
Hoseok grinned proudly.
"I am evolving."
Suddenly
The security alarm went off.
Everyone froze.
The mood shifted instantly.
Namjoon stepped toward the screen.
"Location?"
Yoongi checked the system.
"Front gate."
Taehyung's smile disappeared.
"Uninvited guests."
Jungkook pushed Hoseok behind him automatically.
"Stay back."
Hoseok peeked around him.
"I can help."
Jin shook his head.
"Not yet."
The screen lit up.
A group of armed men.
Hoseok's stomach twisted.
Namjoon's voice turned cold.
"Daejin."
Yoongi sighed.
"He's persistent."
Jimin cracked his knuckles.
"Good."
Taehyung grinned darkly.
"I was bored."
Hoseok hugged his arms nervously.
"You're going to fight again?"
Namjoon kissed his forehead.
"Yes."
Hoseok swallowed.
"…be careful."
Jungkook squeezed his hand.
"Always."
Thirty Minutes Later
The penthouse was quiet again.
Hoseok paced nervously.
"I hate mafia life."
Then—
The elevator opened.
The six men walked in.
Covered in blood.
Hoseok gasped.
"ARE YOU HURT?!"
Jin laughed.
"It's not ours."
Hoseok ran over checking them frantically.
"You scared me!"
Taehyung hugged him suddenly.
"We missed you."
Hoseok blinked.
"You were gone for twenty minutes."
"Too long."
Jimin squeezed him from behind.
"Our clingy sunshine."
Hoseok grumbled.
"You're the clingy ones."
Jungkook wrapped his arms around both of them.
"Group hug."
Yoongi sighed but joined anyway.
Namjoon pulled them all closer.
Seven bodies tangled together.
Hoseok laughed softly.
"Chaos family."
Jin kissed his hair.
"Exactly."
Later That Night
They were watching movies together.
Hoseok curled between them.
Half asleep.
His voice soft and tiny.
"Joon…"
"Yes baby?"
"Did good today?"
Namjoon smiled gently.
"You did amazing."
Jungkook kissed his forehead.
"Our little fighter."
Hoseok yawned.
"Still baby though…"
Taehyung whispered.
"Always."
Jimin stroked his hair.
Yoongi adjusted the blanket.
Jin turned off the lights.
And in the quiet darkness—
The most dangerous mafia leaders in the city melted completely around one soft dancer.
Protecting their sunshine.