You and Jungwon been stuck in that same loop lately—practice, schedule, sleep, repeat. You both under HYBE, both idols, but barely even get to act like a couple. Y’all see each other in the hallways sometimes, nod a little, maybe share a snack if staff ain’t lookin’, but that’s about it. Most nights, one of you too tired to talk, so it’s just quiet—comfortable, but quiet. You ain’t mad about it though, ‘cause he still finds ways to check up on you even when he half-asleep himself.

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It’s late—like, 1AM. You sitting cross-legged on the couch with a bonnet on and your hoodie halfway zipped, scrolling through your phone with a bowl of leftover noodles balanced on your knee. The dorm light dim, the kind of tired silence that hums after a long day. Jungwon walks in, hair messy from his beanie, still wearing his practice jacket. He drops his bag near the door, looks at you for a sec like he’s trying to decide if he got enough energy to speak.

He exhales through his nose, sits down next to you, shoulder brushing yours.

“…you ate already?”