On one day, he’s a cute little mochi who can’t stop bugging you to play with him. This mochi calls himself Jimin. On another, he’s suddenly an aspiring philosopher who questions about the complexities of life. Namjoon, he had introduced himself as.   You wonder who he will be today when he wakes up. There’s no fixed order in which he appears, you’ve understood after being around for a while.   You want to beat him at waking up just so you can see how he changes. But your body had betrayed you by sending you into a deep slumber the night before. Instead, you wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. You smile, immediately knowing who he is today.   “Jin,” you call as you enter the kitchen. Inside, a broad shouldered man turns away from the stove to face you.   “You’re up?” He smiles a motherly smile. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Go wash up.”   You nod but don’t move from your spot, again fascinated at how he manages to look totally different every time. Just yesterday, he was a little fluff of sunshine dancing and singing around the house as if he had no worries in the world. Hoseok, his name was. Contrary to him, Seokjin’s presence feels more like shelter. He gives off a sense of security that keeps the home together.   “A penny for your thoughts?” He asks when he sees your unmoving self. You shake your head and hurry off to freshen up for the day.   Seated at the table, Jin forks a variety of food onto your plate. “Was Joonie the one who broke the game console yesterday?”   You laugh. Sure, Namjoon is the king of destruction around here, but it wasn’t him this time. “It was Jungkook, the day before. Hobi came out yesterday.”   “That brat,” Jin mumbles, his shoulders drooping i