The next morning, the smell of breakfast being cooked would wake Namjoon. Yoongi had put him down on the couch and made him as comfortable as possible, gotten a lot of liquid in him to limit the hangover a little and draped a blanket over him and now he was in the kitchen, working on breakfast.

Well, he was hungry and he had worked overtime for this, so he might as well get something out of it. He had his earbuds in, listening to music, lips moving slightly as he sang along silently.