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“Dude, have you seen that one tiktok trend?” Gyuvin barges into the (not his) dorm living room like he’s discovered fire, practically tripping over Taerae’s legs and nearly slamming into a half-eaten bowl of buldak noodles on the table.
Gunwook barely glances up from where he’s scrolling on his phone. “Which one?”
Gyuvin grins like he’s about to change the trajectory of his life. “The ‘I’m so hungry I could eat blank’ one. Where you mention someone unexpected around someone and catch their reaction.”
Gunwook perks up instantly. “Oh that sounds evil. I want in.”
“Amazing, cause I wasn’t gonna give you any other choice,” Gyuvin beams, already pulling up a saved video as evidence. “Watch. This girl says she’s so hungry that she could eat her friend’s ex’s new girlfriend. Look, look! Her friend drops her fork!”
Gunwook nods before glancing back up at Gyuvin. “Wild. So who are we doing it on?”
They pause, exchanging a look. Slowly, matching grins begin to creep across their faces.
“Yujin,” they say in unison.
“He’s probably alone in his room being a nerd again.”
“On that dumbass racing simulator pretending he’s in Fast & Furious.”
They both snort.
“Okay but now we gotta pick a person,” Gunwook says. “Someone that’ll actually get a reaction out of him.”
Gyuvin raises a brow as he thinks long and hard. Maybe not hard enough because the best he can come up with is “Woonhak?”
Gunwook shakes his head. “Too obvious. They hang out all the time. No shock factor.”
“Ollie?”
Gunwook hesitates. “Too real. He might actually cry.”
“He wouldn’t cry,” Gyuvin argues before taking a second to really think about it. He then shrugs “Okay, he might..”
“Exactly.”
They fall into contemplative silence until Gunwook speaks up again, his finger pointing at Gyuvin as if he was offended he hadn’t thought about it before.
“Leeseo!”
Gyuvin blinks. “Huh? Like… IVE’s maknae? His co-MC?”
Gunwook shrugs casually. “And totally secret crush.”
Gyuvin chokes . “Wait, what?!”
Gunwook stares at him like he’s the dumb one. “You cannot be serious right now.”
“I thought he was just bad with girls!” Gyuvin says, flailing. “Like you know—awkward. Weird. His brain breaks when she talks to him!”
“ Because he likes her, ” Gunwook says, smacking Gyuvin’s arm. “Everyone knows. Literally everyone except you, apparently.”
“Okay but how do you know?”
Gunwook rolls his eyes. “Because when they talk, his ears turn red. Also, he acts like he’ll explode if he goes five minutes without teasing her. Like, mocking her, or something.”
Gyuvin stares. “…Oh my god. You’re right. ”
And then they look at each other. And then the laughter hits them like a truck. They crumple into each other, gasping for breath, half-dying at the sheer stupidity of it all.
“Oh, this is gonna be so good,” Gyuvin laughs out, playfully hitting Gunwook’s shoulder.
“Okay, okay,” Gunwook says, already composing himself. “We go in, you film it, I say the line. Use her full name for extra trauma.”
“Fire,” Gyuvin nods, pulling his phone out and opening the camera.
They find Yujin exactly where they predicted— up in his room, gaming chair reclined just enough to seem obnoxious, both hands gripping the wheel of his sim rig like it owes him money, door closed as if he didn’t want anyone disturbing his free racing time.
His headset’s on, a serious frown on his face, but his mouth parts slightly as he murmurs something into comms.
“Bro thinks he’s racing in Monaco,” Gunwook whispers.
Gyuvin hits record.
Gunwook takes a deep breath. Puts on his most neutral voice.
“I’m so hungry,” he says, loud enough to be heard over Yujin’s headset. “I could eat Lee Hyunseo. ”
The wheel stops spinning.
Yujin freezes mid-turn, and the game emits a horrifying crunching noise as his virtual car slams into a wall.
He lets go of the wheel slowly. His entire body does the most chillingly slow 180 in the chair. Like he’s awaiting some sort of jumpscare.
He stares at them, completely deadpan and entirely still.
Gyuvin’s holding in laughter so hard that he has to turn his face away, but he makes sure to keep his phone steady as the camera peeks out the sleeve of his hoodie.
Gunwook plays innocent. “What? I said I’m hungry.”
Yujin squints. “Why… why would you say that . ”
Gunwook shrugs again. “What? What’d I say?”
“Her name?” Yujin mutters, a brow raising as he only feels more and more skeptical about the two hyungs standing in the middle of his room while he’s just trying to play his damn game. “Did you really need to use her full name?”
“Just sounded better that way,” Gunwook says, biting back a grin. The tips of Yujin’s ears are glowing scarlet.
“Stop—Okay, just stop,” he mutters, turning back around towards his game. “You guys are freaks.”
He doesn’t even make the full turn back when his eyes shift… and lock onto Gyuvin’s phone.
“Are you recording ?! ”
Gyuvin loses it , doubling over as the recording shakes. “No– no, wait!”
“Okay, get out” Yujin rolls his eyes, launching the plush cushion from behind him like a missile. It flies through the air and smacks Gunwook square in the chest.
Gunwook dies laughing. “WE GOT HIM. WE GOT HIM!!”
“I’M DELETING YOUR CAMERA ROLL,” Yujin shouts, getting up and grabbing another pillow.
Gunwook and Gyuvin are already halfway down the hallway, dodging projectile pillows. “Bro really risked his whole F1 career cause I mentioned his little girlfriend!”
“I’M CALLING HER,” Yujin threatens from inside the room. “I’M TELLING HER YOU WANT TO EAT HER.”
“Okay wait don’t do that,” Gunwook wheezes. “She’ll think it’s a weird thing—”
“IT IS A WEIRD THING.”
More crashing. More annoyed groaning. More laughter.
Taerae peeks his head out of the kitchen. “What the hell is going on?”
Matthew’s voice floats from the couch. He’d gotten here a while ago, the younger two just didn’t notice while they were scheming on the even younger one. “Gunwook said something about eating Leeseo and Yujin lost it.”
Taerae sighs, but he’s also undoubtedly amused by the scene. “Of course he did.”
From somewhere down the hall, Gyuvin’s still recording. “THIS IS CONTENT!! GROUP CHAT, STAY TUNED FOR THE EXCLUSIVE BEHIND THE SCENES—”
“GYUVIN IF YOU POST THAT IN THE GROUP CHAT I’M PUTTING SOAP IN YOUR CEREAL.”
“TOO LATE!!”