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"If we were in a world where you had to be quiet to survive I think most of the kids would be fine." Chan starts picking up the pieces of popcorn that found their way onto his bed while the credit roll for A Quiet Place.
"Oh yeah?" You yawn as you stretch, bringing your hands over your head. "Who'd you figure?"
Chan tosses the popcorn back into the empty bowl and sets it down on the floor. He presses his lips into a fine line as he scoots closer to you, humming quietly as he thinks the question through.
"Well, Changbin would be out because he doesn't like it when things are too quiet. Jeongin..." Chan's voice trails off as he lays his head on yours. "I mean, he'd try his best to be quiet but he'd probably trip on something and end up making noise. Those are the only two that wouldn't survive."
You furrow your eyebrows as you try to look at him. The weight of his head only gets heavier as you do. You sigh and give up trying to move. "Are you saying Hanji would survive? Han Jisung? The same man who yells when it's been too quiet for too long?"
"If Han is alone, he'll be fine. His survival instincts are surprisingly good." Chan begins to explain. "He might be fine if he's with someone else and would even step up into a leadership role if need be. But it depends on who because he might end up laughing and get them both killed."
You shift in your spot slightly. "What about if all of you are together?"
"Oh, we're immediately dead. We wouldn't make it past the first second of being in that world."