“Get her some clothes” Yoongi said, as he opened the door of their place.

“Ye-” Namjoon was interrupted by Yoongi himself.

“Never mind. My clothes will fit her way better.”

Just like that, Yoongi gave her a pair of shorts and a big shirt, and Namjoon took her to his room.

“You’re not dumb enough to think that I’ll let you and Taehyung sleep with her, are you?” Namjoon raised both eyebrows before he could get in. Did he actually think anyone in that house would want to sleep with someone who looks like her?

“She’s sleeping with Jungkook. I’ll sleep at Jin’s“ he said. It was his very last word, and Jinsol tried not to react at the mention of Jin’s name.

Jinsol had been there once, only because she followed Namjoon. While she was in the living room, she carefully looked around. There were a lot of pictures of the seven boys hanging on the walls. And in all of them, their eyes were small and their smiles were bright… they all looked like they were genuinely enjoying those moments.

Jin had described all of them, so she kind of guessed their names. She knew Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin himself by now, so she was almost half there.

He described Taehyung as someone with big eyes and a huge rectangle-shaped smile all the time. Then, he said Hoseok had the most perfect smile he had ever seen and a nice, pleasant voice. As for Jimin, he recalled his chubby cheeks and his small eyes that disappeared when he smiled. While for Jungkook, he said he would be easy to recognize because of his big, bunny smile.   

That made it everything a thousand times easier, because their smiles were really different, and therefore, unique.

In some of the pictures, it was only Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung.

Some others, included five of them. Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok.

After that, a lot of pictures included everyone except for the youngest, but the pictures that looked the most recent, had the seven of them smiling like kids and goofing around.

There was a picture in particular that caught her attention. Not for a deep special reason, but because it really looked like a family supporting their youngest child. It was all of them, apparently waiting for their food. Jungkook was wearing a uniform while the rest were wearing normal clothes. It reminded her of her own middle school graduation. And she thought that it was just too adorable how they were actually a family.

Everyone was tired, so they didn’t try to start a conversation at two a.m. They just told her where she’d sleep and wished her a good night. She laid on the bed, trying not to make a lot of noise. She sent a message to her mom, letting her know that she would spend the night at Youngjae’s place. To her comfort, her mom only texted back an “Okay. Night sweetie!”

It took her quite a while to get used to a bed that wasn’t hers. She kept moving around trying to find the right spot, but she just couldn’t. In the end, she fell asleep. Not deeply asleep, but it was better than nothing,

“Hyung” a husky voice woke her up.

“Uh?” she said, a bit confused.

“Hyung, I’m hungry. Please bring me cookies” she tried to look at him. His bed was next to hers, but he was wrapped up under some blankets, so she couldn’t figure out if he was kidding or not.

“Excuse me?”

“Hyung, cookies for Kookie, please!” he was probably half asleep, because he couldn’t even tell the difference between her voice and Yoongi’s. And he sounded a lot like he was trying to act cute.

She decided to ignore him.

“Hyung, I’m not letting you sleep. Just get me cookies!!!”

She sighed, seeing how she didn’t have another option.

She didn’t know the house, so she the lights. She didn’t expect anyone to be there. She freaked out thinking they would mistake her for a thief or something, but it was just Namjoon laying on the coach.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Jungkook asked me to bring him cookies” she rubbed the back of her head, embarrassed because that excuse sounded kind of lame even if it was true.

“He talks in his sleep. He doesn’t really want cookies” he said. “Just go back to sleep” she nodded and when she was about to leave, she turned around, finally understanding the situation.

“You can’t sleep?” she asked, trying not to sound too nosy.

“Yeah. I haven’t been sleeping well these days, to be honest.”

Jinsol tried to hide her surprise. He was never talkative, and he wasn’t the kind to answer more than what you asked. She was ready for a monosyllable as a reply, but there he was, awkwardly opening himself.  

“Uh… you could have some tea” she offered. Maybe it was to