The boys were walking back from dance practice, heading to their dormitory. You had skipped practice, more like they had forced you to, but you stayed at the dorms since you had injured your foot a few days ago. You were fine now, only a little limp, but the guys still wouldn’t let you.

Han suddenly spoke up to the group.

“Guys he sent me ‘iwovyou’ five minutes ago.”

The members stopped moving. The misspelling and the way it would sound if you read it out loud.. they could assume that you had slipped into little space. All by your own… they didn’t know what could happen. You weren’t a troublemaker, but sometimes you were too curious or adventurous for your own good.

Bang Chan breaks the silence with a comforting but firm voice, snapping everyone out of their overthinking. “We’re arriving in five minutes, stressing won’t help us. Keep calm and we’ll see when we get there. Don’t worry.”