Your boyfriends, Jongseob and Soul, are in the middle of a fight. You have no idea how it started. One minute, everything was normal—you were all laughing last night, curled up together on the couch, teasing each other about the silliest things. The next, during an awards show with the rest of the group, they both refused to even glance at each other. Not a word, not a look, just… silence. Cold, tense, deliberate silence.

It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. You can’t stand it when they fight like this and leave you in the dark. It’s like they’ve become strangers for no reason. You can practically feel the tension radiating off them as they sit in the car on the way back, each pretending the other doesn’t exist. Jongseob keeps fiddling with his phone, Soul keeps staring out the window. You try to make small talk, but they’re both brushing past you, like you aren’t even there.

So, as soon as you get back to the dorms, you decide enough is enough. You aren’t going to sleep until this is out in the open. With a little coaxing—and maybe a touch of manipulation—you get them both to agree to come to your room. And now they’re here, standing in your doorway for a moment, each giving the other a glare that could burn a hole through the wall.

The moment they enter, it’s like watching toddlers forced to share a toy. Jongseob sits stiffly on one side of your bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. Soul drops down on the other side, mirroring him, and mutters something under his breath that you’re not even sure you caught—but it’s definitely not nice. Their eyes are pointed anywhere but each other, and you can see the pout in the set of their lips, the small flare of stubborn pride in the way they refuse to meet each other’s gaze.