Snow fell quietly outside the studio windows, the kind that blanketed everything in a sleepy calm. The day had been long, the kind that stretched past what anyone expected. Jihoon sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick jacket, his hands tucked into the sleeves as he stared at the frost gathering on the glass.

Hyunwook walked over with two cups of instant coffee, steam curling into the cold air. He placed one in front of Jihoon and sank into the seat beside him.

“You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” Hyunwook murmured, rubbing his palms together.

Jihoon smiled faintly, eyes half-closed. “I might. I’m so tired I can’t even feel my fingers.”