Tangled Realities (Ot7xreader)

The first thing you feel is warmth. The kind that makes you want to sink deeper into the sheets, never leaving the cocoon of tangled limbs and steady heartbeats. The second thing you feel? A weight—several, actually.

Jungkook is draped over you like a human-sized koala, face buried in your shoulder. Taehyung has one arm thrown across your waist, his long fingers loosely tangled with yours. Somewhere behind you, Jimin shifts in his sleep, his arm wrapped around your middle as if he can sense you thinking about moving.

You try to shift, but a low, sleep-roughened voice stops you.

"Don't even think about it."

Taehyung.

"Tae, I need to get up."

"No, you don't," he murmurs, his voice groggy as he tugs you closer. "Five more minutes."

From the other side of the bed, Jungkook groans, tightening his grip. "Hyung, let her go. If you don’t, Jin-hyung will—"

Right on cue, the bedroom door bursts open.

"YA! GET UP BEFORE I DUMP WATER ON YOU!" Jin’s voice cuts through the morning haze like a battle cry.

Instant chaos.

Jungkook jolts upright so fast he nearly knocks you off the bed. Jimin groans and buries his face deeper into the pillows. Taehyung simply rolls over, unfazed, covering his head with the blanket.

"Hyung, you say this every morning, but you've never actually done it," Jungkook mutters sleepily.

Jin smirks. "Are you willing to test me?"

That wakes everyone up.

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Morning Chaos, as Usual.

Downstairs, the kitchen is alive with movement. Jin is flipping pancakes with practiced ease, the scent of butter and syrup filling the air. Hoseok is attempting (and failing) to sneak a bite before breakfast is fully served.

"Hyung, just one—!" Hoseok whines, reaching for a pancake.

Jin slaps his hand away with the spatula. "Touch it, and I swear, I will put extra spice in your next meal."

At the dining table, Namjoon is half-dressed, wearing a crisp button-up with pajama pants, his laptop open beside his plate. He’s reading a dense article about urban sustainability while drinking coffee. Except… it’s not his coffee.

He blinks at the cup in his hands, then looks up at Jungkook—who is sipping from an identical mug.

"Wait… is this yours or mine?" Namjoon frowns.

Jungkook shrugs. "Dunno, but I already drank from this one, so…" He takes another sip.

Namjoon sighs in defeat.

Yoongi walks in next, looking like a zombie. His job as a forensic analyst means late nights, and last night was no exception. He wordlessly grabs his usual black coffee, ignoring the way Hoseok watches him with concern.

"Hyung, did you even sleep?" Hoseok asks softly.

"A little," Yoongi mutters.

You glance at him from where you’re seated, knowing full well that a little means maybe two or three hours at best.

Jimin appears next, wearing one of Taehyung’s oversized sweaters, rubbing his eyes. He beelines straight for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

"You left me," he mumbles, voice laced with sleep.

You laugh, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Tae wouldn’t let me move."

Jimin hums in response, still half-asleep. Taehyung joins a second later, sitting beside you and placing his chin on your other shoulder.

"What, no good morning kiss?" he pouts.

You roll your eyes but oblige, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Breakfast is loud, chaotic, and full of interruptions. But it’s yours.

As you finish your plate, your phone vibrates on the table. A reminder notification:

"Internship Meeting – 10 AM. Don’t be late!"

You sigh. Between university classes at K-ARTS and your internship at an animation studio, your schedule is always packed. You barely have time to work on your personal projects, let alone breathe.

Namjoon notices your expression. "Busy day?"

"Yeah," you nod. "Class until 4, then I have to finish a storyboard for my internship by tomorrow."

Yoongi, now a little more awake, raises an eyebrow. "Aren’t they overloading you?"

"It’s just part of the job," you shrug, even though you know they’re right.

The conversation shifts when Namjoon clears his throat.

"I have to fly out for a conference next weekend."

The room quiets. It’s not the first time one of you has had to leave for work, but it never gets easier.

"For how long?" Hoseok asks.

"Three days. But I'll be back before you know it."

You nod, but the weight in your chest is already settling in. You know it’s irrational to feel this way, but you can’t help it. You’re all so busy—how do you make sure no one is left behind?

Namjoon reaches for your hand under the table, squeezing it gently. You glance up, and his eyes hold silent reassurance. I’ll make it up to you.

But you’re not sure if that’s what you’re really afraid of.

Later, after breakfast, you find Yoongi in his usual spot on the couch, rubbing his temples. His work is heavy—dealing with criminals, victims, and the kind of darkness most people never have to face.

You sit beside him without a word. He doesn’t react at first, but after a moment, he exhales and leans into you slightly.

"Tough case?" you ask softly.

"Yeah," he admits.

You don’t ask for details. Instead, you gently take his hand, tracing absent patterns on his skin.

"You should rest more," you murmur.

He huffs a quiet laugh. "And miss Jin’s yelling? No thanks."

You chuckle, resting your head against his shoulder. "At least let me take care of you when you get home."

There’s a pause, and then Yoongi’s fingers curl around yours. "You already do."

Your heart clenches at his quiet vulnerability.

That night, after everyone is home, after long hours of work and lingering emotions, the weight in your chest is still there.

Namjoon is leaving for a few days. Yoongi is carrying things he won’t talk about. You have school, deadlines, and a job that drains you. And you… you still wonder if you’re doing enough. If you're enough.

But as you curl up on the couch, Taehyung draping himself across your lap, Jimin pulling a blanket over the both of you, and Jungkook pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder, you realize something:

Love isn't always grand gestures or constant attention.

Sometimes, it's just this.

Soft breathing. Quiet touches. The warmth of seven people who love you, even when your mind tells you otherwise.

And maybe, just maybe… that’s enough.