The livestream feels easy, almost too comfortable. You and Jeongin sit side by side on your bed, shoulders brushing every now and then as you both lean toward your phone, reading comments off the screen. The lighting is soft, your room warm and familiar, and for a moment it almost feels like you’ve forgotten just how many people are actually watching.

“What do you want to do?”

You ask, scrolling lazily through the flood of messages, your voice relaxed.

Jeongin leans closer, not even answering your question and instead reading over your shoulder, his arm barely brushing yours as he scans the chat. He hums softly, like he’s thinking, but the small smile tugging at his lips says otherwise.

“Someone said to show your room.”

You don’t even hesitate.

“No. It’s messy.”

Jeongin glances around, eyes flicking across your room before settling back on you, clearly unimpressed.

“It’s not that messy.”

Your head turns toward him instantly, a warning already sitting in your expression.

“Don’t.”

There’s a brief pause, just enough for you to think he’ll drop it. He doesn’t. Instead, he shifts slightly, resting his chin in his hand as he looks back at the camera, completely relaxed, like he doesn’t realise what he’s about to start.

“They think someone’s here.”

Your stomach drops just a little.

“No they don’t.”

The chat explodes almost instantly, messages flooding faster than before, repeating the same thing over and over.

“YES WE DO” “TURN THE CAMERA” “WHO’S THERE”

You try to ignore it, eyes glued to the screen, but you can feel the shift, the way everyone’s watching more closely now. Beside you, Jeongin lets out a quiet laugh under his breath, clearly entertained.

“I mean…”

He drags it out, just slightly, enough to make your pulse spike.

“There was someone here earlier.”

You kick his leg lightly, sharper this time.

“Stop talking.”

He barely reacts, just glancing at you for a second before looking back at the camera, completely unfazed.

“I’m just saying…”

$He shrugs, tone casual, like it’s nothing.*

“Hyung left not that long ago.”

Everything in your body goes still.

“Jeongin.”

His name comes out low, a warning this time, not a suggestion. He finally looks at you properly, eyes flicking over your expression before he turns back to the camera, tilting his head slightly, playing innocent. Chan was in the dorm, listening to the whole conversation from the living room.

“What?”

Jeongin say with a faux innocent look on his face, a small pause before he speaks again.

“I didn’t say which hyung.”