Chapter Text
Usually, the dorm was insanely loud during the group's busy schedules. It was never silent - down the hall, Louis was screaming at Woojin for stealing his hoodie; and in another room, Ryul's music could be heard leaking through his bedroom door. But this time, compared to the usual chaos, the dorm felt peaceful.
Ryul sat on the kitchen table with a half empty (half unpacked) bag laying out infront of him.
"..Has anyone seen my mic tape?"
No one responded. Woojin was too busy trying to wrestle his backpack zipper shut, and Louis had somehow gotten distracted while trying to put on his shoes. Ryul reached for his phone, scrolling through his Contacts so that he could call the manager to see if he'd forgotten it in the practice room. But before he could press dial, a new roll landed on the kitchen table.
He looked up. Ohyul had already turned back toward his room. "I packed an extra one."
"Oh." Ryul blinked at it for a moment. "..Thanks"
"Of course."
And that was it. No one else noticed.
Or so Ryul thought.
The rest of the morning slipped by. Louis had found his missing shoe under the sofa after accusing Woojin of hiding it, Woojin denying the accusation, and half an hour later, all four of them were packed into the company van. Ryul rested his head against the car window with a small sigh.
"You okay?" Ohyul asked.
"Mhm."
"You stayed up again."
Ryul looked over, trying to put on an innocent face. "..Maybe.."
"You were producing, weren't you?"
"..Maybe.."
Ohyul smiled and shook his head. "I knew it."
The conversation ended there, comfortable in the way only theirs could be.
Soon after, Ryul was sound asleep in the van. The van stumbled over a speed bump, and his head bumped against the window.
Once. Then again.
In the seat behind Ryul, Woojin lifted his head only to watch Ohyul take off his hoodie, fold it neatly, and place it inbetween Ryul's head and the glass.
Ryul shifted instinctively, sinking into the improvised pillow without waking up. Ohyul simply pulled his phone back out, like nothing happened.
Woojin frowned, turning his head to the boy next to him, whispering "...Louis."
"Yeah?"
"Did you not see that?"
Louis looked up for a moment. "Oh."
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"They do stuff like that all the time."
"They do..?"
Louis shrugged. "Yeah. I thought everyone had noticed."