“Am I Hachiko or something? Why should I wait here till you come back? You could drop dead for all I know and I’d be here rotting dead .” Taehyung argued, slamming his cup of ramyun on the counter in protest.

“Fine.” Jungkook sighed as he rolled his eyes, grabbing the cup for himself. “If I don’t come back in a week, you’re free to go wherever the you want to go.”

“If you don’t come back before eleven fifty-nine, I’m considering you as dead.”

“.” Jungkook grumbled as he slid his pistol gun off the counter and into his holster. He waved a hand in a half assed farewell as he headed out the door, adjusting his backpack that seemed to weigh double his size with a grunt.

“Hyung, you should go out some more. You’re looking like you eat for a living.” Namjoon said, abruptly opening the curtains on purpose, smiling proudly at the loud hiss and string of curses that followed the blinding rays of hell.

“Maybe it’s because I have been eating .” Yoongi mumbled, shoving his head deeper into the pillow, sacrificing his ability to breathe as he kind of hoped he could just become one with the mattress.

“Oh come on hyung, Hobbie’s cooking isn’t even that bad.” Namjoon said, trying to pull the blanket away from his grip, not looking even a bit sorry as the rag he called a blanket ripped in half. Shrugging, Namjoon threw the piece of rag to the corner, adding another to the collection of things ruined by his bare hands. “It’s pancakes today. Who can possibly ruin pancakes?”

Yoongi recollected the one time Namjoon made pancakes for the group. He was pretty sure pancakes weren't supposed to crunch inside your mouth.

Loosening his grip on his blanket, he let Namjoon completely expose him to burn him under the sunlight as he rubbed his palms harshly onto his face.

“When is Seokjin hyung coming back anyways?”

“He should be back by tomorrow so we should get the bags ready for tomorrow.”

“My mind is being ed by the sunlight right now and like-- where the are we going tomorrow?”

“To the quarantine area.”