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It’s the third time in the same month the group has to fly overseas. Their promotions are packed with different festivals and shows, not giving them space to get a full night’s rest. But because they’re used to it, they go through the ordeal of showing up at the airport in decent enough clothes and greet everybody as brightly as possible while entering the building.
Wonjin’s arms fall on Jungmo’s shoulders while he bends slightly, keeping his head down and forehead against the older’s back.
Jungmo is a bit startled, but registers who it is immediately. His tired expression melts into a small smile, and his hand comes up to hold one of Wonjin’s wrists. He can feel the heaviness of the days full of schedules weighing him down, and he wishes he could turn around and take on bearing the load of at least a few hours off him. But since they’re in public, he limits himself to rubbing his masked cheek against the other’s forearm.
The queue moves, finally, and Jungmo’s right hand comes up to mimic his left, using both to bring the younger along forward. He can’t see Wonjin in their current position, not wanting to look back and mess up his balance, but he can tell he could use a little help navigating the line.
Unlike other days where it gets really chaotic, it seems that this time the staff and bodyguards have done a great job. Already far away from the entrance where they posed for the press, the security check stations are mostly empty and functioning as expected. Maybe it’s because they have followed this exact route hundreds of times, but their bodies know where to go without a second of delay. The ones that aren’t about to shut down out of sleepiness, anyway.
When it’s almost the time to identify himself, Jungmo squeezes Wonjin’s wrist softly and turns his head just enough so he can hear him.
“Wonjin-ah, passport control." It’s almost inaudible, but it makes Wonjin wake up and peel himself off the other.
Jungmo takes a step and pulls down his mask in front of the facial recognition camera. Once he remembers to take off his big frame glasses, the door opens in front of him, and he moves along after taking a quick glance behind. He can’t stop in a transit zone, so he patiently waits at the next section.
When Wonjin finally appears, Jungmo matches his sluggish pace, and they walk to the benches together. The huge windows right next to them let a lot of light in, maybe too much for a group of men who slept a median of two hours, but at least the weather is nice. The younger winces when he tries to look up.
“I’ll sleep on the plane…” He mutters through his hands, rubbing his face. “Can we sit together?”
“You were going to throw me away?” Jungmo tilts his head, pretending to be upset.
“Mhm. I told Woobin hyung we could play with the Switch, but I’m too tired…” He doesn’t bother biting the bait. Jungmo pouts. “I’ll tell him when we’re boarding.”
“Okay.” Jungmo searches for Woobin unconsciously. He’s sitting with Taeyoung a few rows forward, and they’re both watching something on his phone, completely silent. This sight is quite unusual, but it tracks. It’s been really busy for everyone.
He feels Wonjin rest his head on his shoulder, and he automatically leans in, trying to avoid an uncomfortable position for either of them. Once he rustles and settles, Jungmo lets out a deep content sigh. There’s at least one hour of wait until they start moving, and he can’t hide his small smile when he realizes he gets to be a pillow to his boyfriend for as long as he can stay still.
The sunlight might be annoying to some, but to him it’s energizing, like he’s photosynthesizing. His head, slightly angled, perfectly casts shade over the other’s eyes and leaves out the lower half of his face, heating him up slowly, lulling him into sleep. Meanwhile, Jungmo observes the blue sky and faint white lines that scratch it, slowly dissolving as the planes fly further.
Wonjin’s weight relaxes him, putting him into some sort of trance. The airport is so quiet, big enough for the beeps and sounds to drown out before they reach the boarding gates. His mind wanders into the different countries they’ve been to, the places they’ve seen together, the activities they squeezed between schedules, reliving them all and unconsciously smiling at the memories.
Before he knows it, they’re calling for their flight, and he unfortunately has to be the one to wake Wonjin up. He wishes he could let him peacefully stay like this, glued to him. He feels too connected to let go, gathering courage before he gently calls out for him.
“Hey, you baby, we have to board.” He twists his neck so his face is almost touching the younger’s, waiting for him to react. When he opens his eyes, he stares at Jungmo’s lips for a moment before lazily pulling back and stretching his arms out.
The older can do nothing but giggle while they get up and walk towards the rest of them, who hadn’t been paying attention to them whatsoever. The scene is too typical by now.
The room assigning is done, as always, at random. They have to do this often enough that they have worked out a system: in the airplane, their manager puts all of their names in an app that quickly and effortlessly offers an arrangement. This round, Serim is paired with Woobin, Allen with Taeyoung, Jungmo with Hyeongjun, Minhee with Wonjin, and Seongmin has the pleasure to get the room to himself.
When they get off the van and enter the hotel, it’s already 9PM. The check-in goes without any issues and they’re in their respective beds by 9:10PM, mostly procrastinating their showers.
“You can go first, Hyeongjun-ah. I’ll stay here for a bit longer.” Jungmo speaks up, eyes stuck to his screen.
“Cool then. I’ll dry my hair afterwards too, so don’t you dare complain about me taking too long!” Hyeongjun retorts with a yelp, losing balance when pushing himself off the bed.
Jungmo snickers and spares a look to make sure the younger one hadn’t broken anything. “Yes, sure, just go.”
It seems like the first round of the members are all washing up, because Wonjin had stopped replying to his texts. It's sickening how they’re already exchanging messages, having parted barely minutes ago. Neither of them show it, but getting placed in a different accommodation is always a bit disappointing. Despite everybody knowing they have been dating for months, they had decided to continue accepting the results for where to stay in between schedules. For the sake of better teamwork, they said.
And they still see each other anyway. Apart from the time they spend passed out, whenever they’re in a hotel, they usually gather in 2 or 3 large groups to eat, go live and talk, or just play. This doesn’t shield them from the fake gags and side stares whenever they lean on each other, or grab each other’s hands. But it’s all in good fun, even when Woobin gets a cushion to the face for an accidentally suggestive joke.
Rooming with other members is really nice too. He gets to geek out about the planes they had seen with Allen, talk about anime with Taeyoung, research hot restaurants with Serim… There’s no dull moment no matter who he gets paired up with, and they have already grown used to him becoming overly cheesy whenever the topic of his boyfriend comes up. Most of them accept it as sweet, and are truly happy for them anyway.
Jungmo does love to sleep next to Wonjin though. So he purses his lips whenever his name shows up next to someone else’s in that damned app. And if sometimes he asks for his roommate not to snitch on him for leaving at 2AM, nobody has to know.
“Koo Jungmo!” A voice breaks him out of his train of thoughts, coming from the unnervingly tall man he’s too used to seeing. “What’s up?”
“Ah seriously, you startled me!” Jungmo complains, observing how Minhee plops down on Hyeongjun’s bed, his phone in hand and a lollipop in his mouth.
“My bad. Was bored in my room.” The younger offers with a shrug, pressing on some button to lower the volume of the game he’s playing. “Your boyfriend is no fun.” When Jungmo perks up at the mere mention of Wonjin, Minhee lets out a dramatic sigh. “Really, there’s something wrong with you. You even know he’s showering!”
Jungmo also doesn’t know why he reacted like that. He consciously untenses on his mattress, with a real sigh this time. “Get lost.”
“I’d really love to, but I’m stuck between two sappy lovers.”
“Saying that while coming here for your own boyfriend…”
“What do you mean! I came here to see my good friend, how could you insinuate I’d be here for romantic purposes!” Minhee argues back, pretending to be offended.
Jungmo has no energy to keep going and accepts the other’s comment at face value. “Alright, so what are we doing?”
“I was going to tell you,” Minhee lags for a brief moment, focusing on a difficult part of the level. The tip of his tongue is poking out, so Jungmo knows not to distract him. “I was going to tell you, we should do a live later.”
“All together?”
“Yeah, like we can start it and we can call the rest later. I tried knocking on Serim hyung’s door, but nobody replied so I think they went to grab dinner first. It’s true that I didn’t bother going to the other rooms, but they are a bit far. Let’s turn it on and see who can come along.”
“Mm, sure, it’ll be fun. I have to wash up first, though.”
Minhee gives a hum of approval, clearly too immersed in his game at this point. Jungmo rolls his eyes and unlocks his screen, the notification bar still empty. Just then, a door creaks and Hyeongjun re-appears in the corner.
“We’re doing a live?”
“Isn’t it a bit creepy to be eavesdropping in a conversation like that?” Minhee looks up, still laying down on bed.
“Hey, you’re in my room. I get to listen to whatever you say in here. If you don’t like it you can leave, you know.” The youngest responds, hanging up his bathrobe on the drying rack. “Jungmo hyung, I’m done. You can go wash up.” He adds almost mockingly soft, creating a funny contrast with the previous angry tone.
Before the fight unravels, Jungmo jumps out of his bed and quickly grabs clean clothes to run into the bathroom. Already hearing increasingly loud shouts from the outside, he strips and steps into the shower. Maybe if he takes a deep breath he will be able to relax under the hot water.
To his surprise, he does. The entire process is a blur, his brain overwhelmed by the vapor and citron scent coming from the body wash the hotel provided. He knows he takes his time, massaging his scalp thoroughly and scrubbing every inch of his body, but he can’t tell how long he’s there for. Confused by the silence once he closes off the tap, he steps out of the bathroom while pressing a towel to his hair.
As expected, the room is empty, Hyeongjun probably having dragged Minhee to get a bite before they all gather. Jungmo makes sure to dab on all the excess water before dropping down on his mattress, still slightly dizzy because of the hot steam.
He turns over to lie on his side, and looks through the window. It’s already fully dark, but the thousands of signs and street lamps light up central Tokyo, sitting just outside of those walls. If they can’t see the stars in the city with the busiest nightlife in the world, at least they have this.
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“What are you doing?”
Jungmo sits up at the sound, his mouth corners coming up naturally.
“Hey.” He replies, gaze locked on Wonjin while he approaches. “Nothing, I was spacing out. Did you wash up already?”
“Mm.” Wonjin nods, coming up to stand right in front of the bed.
“Good.” Jungmo’s arms reach behind Wonjin’s back in a hug, still seated. He’s warm, and the artificial heat of the hairdryer is lingering on his thin tee. The faintest hint of the dust that was trapped in the diffuser tickles his nose, but quickly gets lost in the sweet and refreshing body mist he uses after washing up.
“The rest want to do a live. Minhee dropped by just to see Hyeongjun pretending he wanted to talk to me, then said something about getting together and playing for a bit…” Jungmo starts sulking while ranting, frustrated by being the third wheel for once. Wonjin seems to be listening only half-heartedly, eyes fixated somewhere far into the city.
“Hyung.” Wonjin interrupts, then pauses for a second before continuing. “Should we go out for a bit while they’re live?”
Jungmo’s smile widens in curiosity and excitement. Wonjin steals a glance, then looks away again.
“They will be all there, so they can’t possibly come get us if we’re out, right?” He says playfully, head now turned in the direction of the door. “Anyway, it’s only to get dinner. It’s not a big deal?” He sticks his bottom lip out, nodding to himself.
It had been a while since the two of them had a real date. They spend a lot of time together, both with others and by themselves, but no real opportunities to go out arise. Especially overseas.
Jungmo looks out too, then back at Wonjin.
“Sure. Let’s go out.” He beams, staring up in adoration.
“Then let’s find a good restaurant quickly. I saw this one earlier, it’s not too far from here and it looks delicious…” Wonjin sits down next to Jungmo, browsing the place he had found on Google Maps, feeling a head drop on his shoulder.
“It’s really close!” The older exclaims, genuinely surprised at his boyfriend’s efficiency. “Should we go right now?”
“Shouldn’t we wait until they turn on the Live?”
Jungmo takes out his own phone and taps on Youtube, only to find a notification. 42 seconds ago. They look at each other, then scramble to get their belongings as quickly as possible.
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Thankfully, the members had chosen Serim and Woobin’s room, so Wonjin was able to go back and grab his things with no witnesses. Once they meet in the lobby, they escape and take in the night at the same time, as if they had been holding their breath. It’s snowing, but the flakes are so light and small they look like they’re falling in slow-mo.
“Let’s go quickly, if we’re this close they could still come out and get us!” Jungmo laughs, grabbing onto Wonjin’s hand and pulling him away from the building in a rush.
“Okay, okay, I’ll walk faster.” The younger squeezes the other’s hand tightly before sliding off and sprinting ahead.
Jungmo’s giggles echo in the small alley they’re running up on. “Hey, Ham Wonjin!” He tries catching up, getting mocked when the other looks back and sticks his tongue out. “Do you even know where you’re going!”
“No?” Wonjin replies, suddenly turning a corner and making Jungmo groan in pain.
“This is supposed to be romantic!” The older protests, but the grin on his face is too obvious to be taken seriously.
Wonjin does end up stopping right up a hill, standing with his arms crossed in a rather silly stance. His legs are wide apart, but the oversized pants and short padding coat make him look cute rather than anything else.
Jungmo stumbles some meters behind him, bent over with his hands on his knees to recover. When he looks up, he can see his boyfriend’s satisfied smile before he breaks into a pant as well. A single street lamp shines from behind, lighting up the tiny snowflakes falling on his dark brown hair, disappearing in the clouds of hot breath he keeps taking to regain composure.
For a second, Jungmo is blinded by the delicate nature of the moment, so much that he feels like time has paused. The soft curve of Wonjin’s nose cuts through the darkness of the background, and his eyelashes are decorated with water remains from the snowfall, sparkling.
Jungmo’s chest aches in affection. He scratches pretending to be mad and stares in awe until the other’s warm eyes draw on his, calling him in, closer.
He goes to Wonjin like he’s heard a siren call, and after struggling for a few more exhales he envelopes the other in a hug, careful of his breath not to melt off the cute speckles also resting on his bangs. Like an actor who forgot his lines, he just smiles like a fool.
Wonjin seems to be waiting for a complaint to retort at, but it never comes. His confused expression makes Jungmo snort. Maybe he forgot his bit too.
“Let’s go. We need to eat.” He holds the younger’s hand again, interlacing their fingers, as if saying that he won’t let go this time.
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“No, that says ‘specialty coffee’. It’s not even open right now!” Wonjin knocks his shoulder against Jungmo’s, who had been attempting to read Japanese signs for the past ten minutes, and failing miserably.
“What about that one?” He points to another neon lettering shining on the display of a store, blinking in different colors.
“That says tea sale. That’s the character for ‘tea’, and they use this slang to mean ‘sale’…” As Wonjin continues explaining, Jungmo doesn’t want to look to the street ahead even if he ends up tripping and slipping on ice. He prefers staring at his boyfriend, at how his face lights up elaborating on terminology that the regular learner wouldn’t be familiar with.
“So that’s why it looked familiar. It’s everywhere, right?”
“Yeah.” Wonjin looks around, then to his phone. “Anyway, the place should be close by…”
He fully entrusts the younger with navigation, not only because he can’t read the map that well, but because he desperately wants to soak in the moment. Surrounded by those lamp posts and flashy store fronts, the planes on Wonjin’s face look even more beautiful.
“Hyung, it’s here. Stop staring.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said it was close.” Jungmo snaps out of it by shaking his head a little, finally turning to take a good look at the restaurant. “Right, let’s go in!”
Wonjin steps in first, greeting the waitress waiting by the entrance. She guides them to a small table in a rather private part of the place, putting a row of huge bamboo plants between them and the main door. The other side is completely open to the rest of the space, letting in a pleasant ambient orange light.
While they’re taking off their coats and scarves, the employee serves them hot tea in tiny porcelain glasses and leaves two menus. They both bow to her, then sit down to inspect the beverage.
“It smells good.” Jungmo brings the drink right under his nostrils. “I feel less cold just doing this.”
When he looks up, Wonjin is already researching what to order. It occurs to him that he doesn’t have a clue what kind of restaurant they are in. It’s not like he’s a picky eater, so he figures he will be fine.
He flips over the cover, fancily decorated with golden engraved letters on top of a dark leather finish, and is immediately met with pictures of tonkatsu, of many different varieties, and at least ten options of sauces as well as side dishes. A smile blooms on his face, coming directly from his heart, more warming than the tea.
“Pick one quickly. We probably only have like, one hour.” Wonjin coughs up, hiding behind his own menu. When he peeks over it, Jungmo is stuck looking at the pages, grin unfaltering.
“Hyung.” He repeats, trying to snap the other out of it.
“Ah.” Jungmo finally looks up, and his eyes reflect a single, huge white sparkle. “Can you help me with the translation?”
Wonjin sighs in fake annoyance, pushing himself off his seat and landing next to Jungmo on his bench, stuck together.
“Tell me which one you want.”
Jungmo points to a golden katsu, surrounded by butter lettuce and a honey sauce.
“Yeah, this is pork.” The younger slides his finger along the glossy sheet. “This one is beef, and this one is some kind of fish. I don’t know which one.”
Jungmo purses his lips pensively, giving him a cute nod and hum. “Thank you.” He leans on Wonjin, weakly rubbing his forehead against the other’s collarbone.
“Ah, seriously…” The younger complains, but squeezes Jungmo’s head between his cheek and shoulder before rushing back to his place.
The waitress appears with additional glasses and cutlery, then asks about their orders. Wonjin immediately responds, making sure to get Jungmo’s soda request in the middle of the conversation, seamlessly switching from Japanese to Korean, then back to Japanese. She disappears with a kind bow and the menus under her arm.
“Wow, so reliable, Ham Wonjin!” Jungmo explodes in quiet admiration as soon as they’re alone again. He thinks Wonjin’s red nose and cheeks out in the cold are adorable, but he likes the shy blush currently creeping up his nose a bit better. “You’re cute.”
“What, is this the first time you’ve heard me speak Japanese? Were you not listening before?” He’s looking around the room, his tinted ears showing too. Jungmo lets it go for now.
“Should we check on the rest?” He pulls out his phone and lowers the sound to its weakest setting before tapping on the Youtube app, which shows the livestream on the home page. He puts it down on the empty table and turns it 90 degrees so they can both watch it.
“Minhee hyung was playing by himself, so obviously I thought we shouldn’t bother him!” Everybody is looking at Taeyoung, who is passionately explaining himself over some episode. Wonjin chuckles at everybody’s uninterested expressions.
“What are they even talking about…” Jungmo scrolls through the comments, trying to make sense of the conversation.
“But anyway, where are Wonjin and Jungmo hyung?” Seongmin perks up, counting everybody on the screen. “We know Woobin is resting because he’s tired, but what about those two?”
“Wouldn’t they also just be in their rooms because they’re tired?” Serim offers only half-paying attention, too busy undoing the strings on his hoodie that Taeyoung had messed with.
“We haven’t called either of them, so we wouldn’t know.” Minhee adds. “Try calling Wonjin hyung. Jungmo won’t pick up.”
“Why is he keeping up the honorifics with you but not me?” Jungmo protests, and is met with a shrug.
The group is spread along a long couch, with some of the members seated on the floor due to the lack of space, since they all have to fit inside the frame. It’s their usual setup, except a few of them are of course missing. Everybody is dressed in comfortable clothes or pyjamas, ready to sleep or at least lounge around the hotel for the rest of the night.
“But Jungmo hyung is exactly the person who would be watching the live.” Taeyoung interjects before anybody can even unlock their phone.
“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean he’ll actually respond.” Seongmin counters, and everybody agrees with a snort or hum. Wonjin even points to the screen and mutters ‘they’re right’. Jungmo whines and sticks out his bottom lip, complaining that he never lets one of his boyfriend’s texts stay on delivered for longer than two minutes.
In the middle of the bickering, they both get startled by the random ringing.
“Anyway, I’m calling Wonjin hyung.” The stream delay reveals that it’s Hyeongjun on the other side of the line, not even needing to check the contact name before he picks up.
“Hyeongjun-ah.” Wonjin calls out naturally. “What’s up?”
“Hyung, where are you? You weren’t in your room earlier.”
“Ah, me?” Wonjin tunes into the live again, going silent for a few seconds to confirm that he’s not on speaker. “On a date.”
“A-ah…” He keeps watching the stream until Hyeongjun’s expression turns sour, making him chuckle in amusement. “You, seriously…”
Serim seems to have caught up already, shooting the other a glance across the room.
“Um. How can you still be laying in bed?! Do you have nothing to do?! Anyway, bye.” Hyeongjun taps a button and cuts the call. “He can’t come.”
The rest of them seem confused, looking amongst each other.
“Okay, so call Jungmo hyung now. He’s probably still awake and bored. If he doesn’t reply, just keep calling.” Taeyoung pokes Hyeongjun’s side, pointing to his phone with his chin.
“No, I mean…” He bites his lip. “Hey, you know him. He probably prefers to be alone in his room right now.” This only seems to convince Allen.
“What do you mean? Jungmo hyung likes it when we play together. Go ahead, call him!” The younger pushes, quickly earning the support of the other members. Serim looks at Hyeongjun pitifully, with a flat smile.
Youtube app is abruptly covered by the ‘inbound call’ notification. Jungmo slides the accept button after two rings.
“Jjun-ah.” He tries to imitate the tone Wonjin had before.
“Ah, yeah, hi. Hyung, what are you up to…?” Hyeongjun’s defeated voice draws a snicker from both of them.
“On a date.” He states, clearly amused. He can almost hear the eye roll through the phone.
“Okay, be happy…” The answer almost comes out after a deep sigh, and the screen is back on the livestream just like that.
Wonjin and Jungmo’s laughter drowns out the fight going on back at the hotel, where some of them are demanding to keep calling while others attempt to speak through their eyes (and elbows), trying to avoid any suspicious behavior. A simple look at the comment section would show that they’re not actually succeeding at that, but the older decides to lock his phone and focus on Wonjin for the rest of the night. Right in time, their dishes arrive, fragrant and steaming.
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It takes them less than forty minutes to finish up their tonkatsu, in a time crunch because of the restaurant’s schedule and their manager’s patience. After they’re all done, they get up and head to the entrance to pay.
As Jungmo reaches into his pocket, he watches Wonjin say something to the waitress in Japanese that makes her chuckle lightly, then nod her head. He cocks his head in response.
“What are you doing? I’ll pay.” The older protests while taking out his credit card and offering it to her. She looks back at him with a smile, but doesn’t even turn her body towards him. At the same time, Wonjin unfolds a few bills and hands them over with a ‘thank you’ and ‘it was delicious’. That much, Jungmo can understand. So he repeats after the younger and scatters outside behind him, puzzled.
Wonjin is ready for what comes next: a pouty boyfriend.
“Why didn’t you let me pay…” He jogs to catch up, his hands inside the pockets of his long padding.
“I got cash at the exchange office just for this.” Wonjin reveals with a smirk, locking eyes with the other. “I wanted to.”
Jungmo is caught too off guard to let out any sound let alone a reply, so he hides behind the neck of his coat, blush dusting his face.
They settle into a comfortable silence as they leisurely walk back the same exact path they had taken from their accommodation, seeing their footsteps still carved into the layer of snow over the pavement.
The neighborhood their staff had chosen was very quiet and pleasant, right in the limits of the center of Tokyo. Clutters of sky-scrapers are close enough to be amazed, but their immediate surroundings are rather regular-sized buildings composed of tiny stores and cafes, and even residential blocks. On the wider streets, there are still people wandering around, but whenever they enter narrow alleys, they’re by themselves in the company of a few old lamp posts. The atmosphere is very calm, perfect for a late outing.
Eventually, Wonjin links their arms so they’re glued to each other.
“The city is very pretty at night, like this.” He’s looking up at the top of the tallest constructions his sight reaches without glasses. “But it is a shame that we can’t see the actual sky.”
Jungmo gently grabs the back of Wonjin’s head, lowering it to eye level. “Just watch the neon lights instead.” He laughs softly, petting the other’s hair.
Wonjin shakes under the unexpected touch, making eye contact and slowly coming to a stop together.
“Wonjin-ah.” Jungmo calls out sweetly, like he’s about to confess. “Thank you. It was really nice. I wanted to do this for a long time.” His hand comes around the other’s neck to cup his cheek, feeling it quickly warm up before he closes the space between them. The kiss is chaste, their lips barely moving before parting after a couple of seconds.
The older breaks into an even bigger grin, approaching Wonjin again to plant a few pecks around his face. Once he’s satisfied, he stays staring into the younger’s eyes for as long as he allows it, just as shy.
“Thank you too, hyung.” Wonjin replies quietly, grabbing Jungmo’s free hand and swinging it around.
“You’re cute. Should we go?” The older says through his toothy smile, joining in the back and forth before walking off on the way to the hotel, minutes away.
All the tiredness and exhaustion piled on their bodies has disappeared without them realizing. Their steps are light and relaxed, momentarily free from any restrictions and schedules.
When they arrive at Jungmo's room with the idea to drop him off, the door is locked. They look at each other in confusion before taking out their phones, scrolling through the notifications in search of a member’s name.
[1:12 AM] jjunnie: you two were so annoying today i dont want to see you. go sleep somewhere else
[1:13 AM] kang minhee: dont even think of ringing the doorbell. ill report you to the staff
[1:13 AM] kang minhee: im serious
Jungmo shows his screen to Wonjin, his expression turning playful.
“Should we order late night snacks?”