[6:30 A.M. – WANTEZ Dorm, Room 201]

(The dorm alarm goes off. Loudly. Like, violently loud.)

Mingi: (half-asleep, voice cracking) WHO—WHO SET THIS DEMON ALARM?!

San: (lying face down, muffled) …it’s not me… it’s the universe telling us to suffer.

Wooyoung: (already dancing half-awake in his pajamas) Rise and shine, losers! We’ve got morning practice, let’s groove!

Yunho: (yawning while sitting on the floor with a blanket cape) Bro… you’re too happy for 6 A.M… calm down before I tape your mouth shut with bread.

Yeosang: (sitting up on his pristine, silk pillowcase) What is this noise…? Is it war? Am I poor now?

Mingi: You’re dreaming, rich boy. Get up before Hongjoong comes here and lectures us again—

(The door suddenly opens. A halo of morning sunlight. And authority.)

Hongjoong: I heard that.

Everyone: (collectively freezes like they’ve seen God)

Hongjoong: It’s 6:45. You all have class in 45 minutes. Why is San still in bed?

(Everyone turns to San, who is still cocooned in his blanket, dead to the world.)

Wooyoung: Permission to drag him, sir?

Hongjoong: Granted.

(Wooyoung and Yunho each grab an arm while Mingi records the chaos on his phone.)

Mingi: For documentation purposes.

Yunho: For TikTok purposes, you mean.

(They drag San out of bed. He’s still half-asleep, blanket trailing behind like a cape.)

San: (deadpan) I hate it here.

Yeosang: Then go live in one of your dreams again. Preferably quietly.

Wooyoung: That’s it, Yeosang’s entering his “emotionless rich boy” phase again.

(Meanwhile, Seonghwa walks in, perfectly dressed, hair glowing like morning light itself.)

Seonghwa: Good morning, everyone. You look… alive. Barely.

Yunho: Hwa, do you wake up glowing, or do angels brush your hair for you?

Seonghwa: It’s natural radiance, Yunho. Some people have it.

(Wooyoung throws a pillow at him. He dodges gracefully.)

Mingi: Whaaa—how did you dodge that?!

Seonghwa: I sense chaos. Always.

(Jongho enters quietly, still rubbing his eyes and carrying a water bottle.)

Jongho: Good morning… um, can you guys stop yelling? My throat hurts.

San: Perfect, now I don’t have to go to morning vocal warm-ups.

Hongjoong: San. Shower. Now.

San: Yes, mom.

(Everyone bursts out laughing as Hongjoong glares but tries not to smile.)