Y/N's POV

Hearing ruffles in a few distance from me, I woke up realizing that I was still sleeping on the couch.

The living room was only a few steps away from the kitchen, so probably someone had woke up and went there.

Deciding to get up, I removed the blanket from my body.

Blanket?

This is not mine.

Looking at the fluffy warm material almost covering my whole existence underneath it, I frowned as someone merged out from the kitchen.

"Hi, you woke up?" A beautiful male spoke to me in my just woken up state, and I almost pinch myself to check if I was still asleep.

So pretty.

Is he an angel?

"Hi, yes. Is this yours?" Pulling the blanket to show him the item that helped me greatly from freezing to death in my sleep, he smiled and nodded his head as he took a seat on the one-seated couch.

"Yes, it is. You're sleeping so deeply that we haven't really had the heart to wake you up," he used the word 'we' as he looked to the rooms downstairs, and I assumed he was talking about the other tenant.

"Thank you," grateful for his kind gesture in helping to prevent this living room from being a crime scene due to a dead person being found frozen to death on the couch, I moved away and gave him some space to seat.

"Got locked out of your room?" He passed me an extra mug of coffee that he had brought together when he came out for the kitchen, and I was even more thankful for the hot black drink.

"Yeah, I'm planning to contact the owner in a bit," I informed after thanking him for the coffee, and this man smiled prettily accepting my thanks.

I don't mind seeing such pretty smile every morning even if I have to sleep freezing.

"Is Taehyung not upstairs?" He then asked, looking upstairs making me did the same, and I shook my head.

"I don't know, I knocked on his door last night but he didn't hear it maybe" telling the situation, he pointed to my phone on the table in front of us.

"Try calling him,"

"Oh, I didn't have his number. Yours too, and the other guy too to be honest," feeling a little bit of guilt for not trying to be more friendly towards my housemates, F/N would probably scold me if she knew I never had their numbers even after two months of living together.

"That's true. I don't have yours too," he chuckled beautifully as he fished out his phone, and we exchanged numbers right away.

Seokjin.

Kim Seokjin.

He even gave the numbers of the other two.

Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon.

What is this?

Kim Kingdom?

Why are they all Kim?