On his list of things to see within five minutes of waking up, there was no mention of Seokjin's best friend's youngest brother's private parts, but as he stood panting outside the bathroom door, it could officially be added to his list of things he had seen within five minutes of waking up.

"Seokjin? Are you—Are you okay?" BamBam's voice was timid.

Seokjin didn't answer for a moment, before forcing out a, "Fine."

"It's just…you screamed kind of loudly—" There was a thud as if BamBam had tripped against the door, silence for a moment, then a knock.

"You're…decent?" Seokjin checked, just to be sure.

"As I ever will be," BamBam confirmed, and Seokjin stepped away from the door.

BamBam exited, looking a little flushed and with his hair sticking in every direction, but seemingly not nearly as affected by the encounter as Seokjin, who couldn't meet his eyes. "Sorry," the younger boy said, but then he was off to his room.

A moment later—Seokjin was still frozen in the hallway—the door to Jaebum and Youngjae's room opened and the younger of the two emerged, rubbing his eyes. "Who's screaming? If it's not because you're being murdered, I'll murder you." He tripped over his overlong-pajama pants and almost fell.

Shaken awake, Seokjin caught him and held him steady.

For a moment, Youngjae seemed to lean into the touch, then he looked up and his whole face went a concerning shade of red. He hastily took a few steps back, almost tripping again, and seemed about to retreat to his room, stopping only to mutter, "Did you scream?"

Unable to think of anything better to say, Seokjin said, "I saw BamBam naked."

Looking back on it later, after his first cup of coffee, Seokjin might have realized that this was not, perhaps, the most tactful or mature way of handling the situation, but he had been traumatized earlier than usual that morning.

"You what?" Mark said from behind him, apparently also having been awakened by Seokjin's scream.

"I'll kill him," Youngjae muttered, turning and pounding on BamBam's door, face still very red.

"Not without me you won't," Mark said, following suit.

Seokjin took this opportunity to slip unnoticed into the bathroom, shutting the doors as BamBam began to scream. Though worried at first, Seokjin paid them no mind after he heard the younger boy begging them to stop tickling him.

A little later, he headed downstairs to see the Im family plus two boys he didn't know gathered around the kitchen table. Seeing Seokjin, Mrs. Im called, "Seokjin dear, I'm making pancakes! How many would you like to start with?"

Seokjin glanced around to see how many everyone else was having, and saw that they had none. He got the uncomfortable feeling that they'd been waiting on him.

"Just one please," he said.

"He'll start with two," Mark said, shaking his head at Seokjin. He hadn't showered yet, so his bedhead was in all its glory. Youngjae apparently hadn't showered either and was still in his pajamas with a sweatshirt pulled on over top, the logo for Bell Dance Studio across the front. BamBam was more collected than before, his hair styled perfectly and even some makeup on his face.

Jaebum was there now, too, and with him were two other boys. One Seokjin recognized immediately, though his hair was now pink instead of orange. Little about the boy's sweet face had changed from the photograph in Mark's room, though Seokjin couldn't remember his name. The other boy was unfamiliar to him, but he was leaning on the counter between the boy from the photograph and Jaebum.

"Jaebum, introduce your friends," Mrs. Im chided.

Jaebum didn't make eye contact as he motioned to them and said, "This is Jinyoung and Jimin. Jinyoung, Jimin, meet Seokjin, Mark's friend."

Jimin gave him a sweet smile. He was wearing a pink shirt that, when Seokjin looked closer, also advertised Bell Dance Studio over a black shirt that covered most of his hands. Seokjin, who thought it was far too hot for so early in the day, wondered how Jimin could stand it.

But Seokjin had more pressing issues; primarily that this tall, dark-haired, handsome young man was Jinyoung. Mark's Jinyoung.

"Nice to meet you," Jinyoung said, nodding to him. His face remained neutral—almost too neutral. Like a mask.

Seokjin felt a little uneasy, but replied, "The pleasure is all mine."