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-ˋˏ✎˚✩SEVEN✩˚ˎˊ-

=͟͟͞➳❥ Babygirl

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❝Beautiful...❞
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➳༻❀ Author's POV ❀༺➳

Y/n watches quietly from the doorway as the boys all begin setting the dinner table and making plates for everyone.

It's crowded, that's for sure.

Despite its large size, seven gigantic hybrid men rushing around the den at once seems to be pushing the rooms maximum capacity.

Despite this, the boys all seem to be able to get to where they're going with extreme ease.

The seven of them rarely ever running into any jams.

You see, each of the boys have their own special roll when it comes to this sort of thing.

And they're quite good at what they do...

Jin: makes the plates.

Namjoon: Brings the plates to the kitchen counter where;

Yoongi: Then takes them and brings them to the table

Hoseok: Then sits a drink down beside each plate followed by

Jimin: who trails close behind the deer hybrid to deliver a generous amount of silverware to each plate while

Taehyung: sits out the extra food and side dishes in the center of the large dining table.

And finally,

Jungkook: sits at the kitchen island finishing up the last few touches of icing atop their very special dessert Jin made tonight, German double fudge chocolate cake.

Y/n can't help but smile fondly as she watches the men work together so seemingly perfectly.

Just like the inner gears of a grandfather clock, Y/n could tell that each man held their own special job here.

Much like in their relationship she's sure, they each took the responsibility of bringing something to the table. Something which, once they were all done with, would make for a brilliant and rewarding feast.

This thought brings an odd sense of peace and comfort to the observing girl as well as a sweet smile which lingers on her lips.

'Maybe soon I'll find my own special job here...'

She thinks to herself, watching as Jimin suddenly rushes back into the room with a focused expression stiched onto his face.

In fact, he's so focused that he doesn't notice Hoseok standing behind him as he finishes sitting down the last few forks and turns to return to the kitchen, unintentionally bumping into the torso of the taller man with a thud.

"Yah!" Hoseok suddenly cries out as he holds two wavering glasses of some sort of beverage up high over Jimin's head. "Careful, I almost spilt them on you!"

Jimin frowns up at Hoseok apoligeticly, standing up on his tippy toes and planting a gentle kiss on the man's cheek with a rushed "Sorry Hobi." following the sweet gesture before he takes off back towards the kitchen to retrieve some more silverware.