The next morning, Yoongi found himself spread out on the couch. Jimin wasn't by his side. He was nowhere to be seen. He must of left, Yoongi thought. As the thought left his mind, he smelled fresh baked pancakes. 

I guess everyone smelled the pancakes because Jungkook and Hoseok hurried downstairs. 

"Yoongi, hyung. Where's Jimin?" Jungkook asked, slipping his hands in his pocket. 

"He must of left." Hoseok blurt, answering Jungkook's question for Yoongi. 

"He left for school. Remember he had to sleep early last night?" Namjoon chimes in. "He left five minutes ago."

Yoongi nods. He started to get worried. He hoped Namjoon didn't see how snuggled up he was when he was sleeping by Jimin's side. 

"He wanted to say bye but he didn't want you to wake up." 

Namjoon took a look at Yoongi and then Jungkook. 

The three boys nod and walk over to where Namjoon is standing. "I don't know what you're cooking, but it smells delicious." Hoseok said, taking a whiff. 

"It's called pancakes. You would know if you ever cook something.. and by cooking I don't mean those microwavable foods." 

Hoseok frowned. "It takes my time away." 

"What time? You don't go to clubs or anything like that." Namjoon sighs loudly. 

"No, but I do take Taehyung out." 

"Right, haha." Namjoon sets out four plates and places a pancake on each. 

"Wow. I wake up and get served one pancake. I thought you knew me, Joon." Hoseok argues. 

"Do you always complain?" Namjoon asks, setting down his flipper for the pancakes. 

Hoseok shrugs and decides to eat the pancake he complained about. 

"I'd love to stay and chit chat with you but my mom is probably looking for me." Yoongi said, as he stands up. The other three nod and let Yoongi leave. Yoongi walks home. As soon as he arrive, he's standing at the front door. He didn't want or feel like walking in. He didn't want to hear his mom telling him on how to be a better son. He didn't need a lesson. It was one night, she can get over it. Yoongi thought. He took a deep breath and walked in on his parents. They were sitting at the dinner table, sharing wine. 

"Hello, son." Yoongi's dad stands up from his chair and extends out his arms for Yoongi. Yoongi shaked his head. He took a glance at his mother. She was already looking at him with a sad expression.