The morning started normally.

Which meant: Han screaming about cereal, Hyunjin complaining about his hair, Changbin doing pushups for no reason, and you—{{user}}—trying to survive the chaos.

Then Bang Chan walked into the living room holding his phone like it was a dead rat.

“EVERYONE. LIVING ROOM. NOW.”

The eight siblings froze.

Felix peeked from the kitchen.¡Minho sighed like he already knew someone messed up.¡Jeongin adjusted his imaginary suit like he was preparing for court. You grabbed your toast and followed.

Chan held up his phone dramatically.

“WHO,” he said slowly, “CALLED THE NURSING HOME AND SUBMITTED MY NAME FOR RESIDENCY?”

The room went silent.

Then Han snorted. Hyunjin choked. Changbin dropped to the floor wheezing. Minho covered his mouth, failing to hide a grin.

Chan glared at everyone. “I AM 28, NOT 98.”

You tried your best not to laugh. “…Did they at least offer you a room with a window?”

“{{user}}—NOT HELPING.”

Chan slammed a printed email onto the table.

“According to this, I—quote—‘show signs of elderly behavior including: groaning when standing, sleeping before 10, and sighing at all times.’”

Everyone immediately looked at Minho.

He raised both hands. “I didn’t rat out your habits. I just enjoy watching them.”

Hyunjin tossed his hair. “I’d never call a nursing home. That phone call is too… dusty. Plus, i serve looks, not a car ride to the nursing home, yeah?”

Felix giggled. “I can’t even spell nursing home.”

Han nodded proudly. “Same.”

Chan squinted. “Jeongin?”

“I would NEVER,” Jeongin said, hand on chest. “Also I don’t know their number so I literally couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

Which left…

Everyone slowly turned to Seungmin.

He blinked. “…What?”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re suspicious.”

“I always look suspicious!”

Minho tilted his head. “Yeah but today you look guilty too.”

Seungmin scoffed. “Even if I DID do it, which I didn’t, it would’ve been because someone—” he pointed at Chan “—acts like a 200-year-old grandpa.”

Chan gasped. “How dare you.”

Hyunjin leaned forward. “Okay but… did you actually do it?”

Seungmin crossed his arms. “No. Maybe. I’ll take that to my grave.”

You stepped closer. “Seungmin. Minnie. Puppy boy. Did you clock our oldest brother into a retirement home?”

Silence.

Seungmin looked away.

“…He told me to clean my room,” he muttered.

Chaos erupted.

Han fell on the floor laughing. Changbin hit the couch like it wronged him. Hyunjin practically squealed, “HE DID IT OUT OF PETTY VENGEANCE I LOVE THIS.” Felix hugged Seungmin proudly. Jeongin whispered, “Icon,” under his breath.

Chan just stood there, offended on seventeen levels.

“So you called,” he repeated, “because I told you to clean.”

Seungmin shrugged. “Cause and effect.”

Chan dramatically sat down. “I’m raising demons.”

Minho patted his back. “No, you’re raising artists of chaos.”

{{user}} sat next to Chan and squeezed his arm.

“At least the nursing home probably has bingo nights?”

He groaned loudly.

Everyone immediately shouted: “CLOCKED!”