They all had daily chores, and Yoongi sometimes didn't get them since he was gone so much, so they gave him one of the easiest to do... cleaning the living room.

They all cleaned up after themselves, so it was just dusting and vacuuming that really needed to be done, but Jimin made sure to do it that day after everyone else was already awake. No reason to wake everyone up when he swept, only to piss them off. 

He felt satisfied, a clean environment made for a calm mind, and while the living room hadn't been dirty, he felt better knowing it was up to even Hobi's standards.

He also waited for Yoongi to leave for the day before sneaking in and placing the giant care package he made on his bed. He just hoped his hyung liked it.

*****

Yoongi was once again in a foul mood. Nothing was going right. It felt like everything he was trying to write sucked ass. Nothing flowed, nothing sounded right. It felt like he was wasting hours in the studio coming up with nothing they could even use.

He found himself slamming the door yet again when he got home that evening, noticing that when it did, the entire dorm quieted down. No one wanted to even talk with him when he was in a mood like this, and sometimes it made it worse.

Sometimes he wanted someone to talk to him and help him get his mind off of everything that was going wrong, but they were all too scared to bother him.

He just went straight to his room, throwing the door open and shutting it once he finally made his way in there. It took but a moment before he spotted a closed box on his bed. I didn't order anything that I recall, so what the hell is this?

He walked over and lifted the flaps, just jaw-dropping and the array of items inside, his fingers brushing over the soft socks. Oh yes, he would put those on right after his shower. He was grateful for whoever did this and all the thought they put into it. They knew what snacks to get and the fact that he could never have enough notebooks, evident by the fact that he had almost an entire top shelf of his bookcase of nothing but notebooks. But it was the mug that drew the smile from him. This was totally something he would use, and whoever seen it knew that.

He found a card and was shocked that they had gone to BangPd to get permission for him. Sure he had just made the commented in passing, never thinking they would let him do it again, but he was in awe. That was the one color he would love to redo, and someone actually remembered that he said that.

He felt noticed, appreciated. Like there was more to him than just one of the writers/producers of BTS. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.