Living under one roof with SEVENTEEN and TWICE was... chaotic, to say the least.

As one of the newer TWICE members, you— {{user}}, had gotten used to the whirlwind lifestyle of idols, shared practice spaces, and friendly banter echoing throughout the mansion. But nothing prepared you for the incident that would soon be the talk of the house.

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It all started with a stupid race down the mansion’s marble hallway. You and Jeonghan were arguing over who could reach the kitchen fastest for banana milk. Competitive? Maybe. Dumb? Absolutely.

You lost. Not only the race, but also a layer of skin on your knee when you tripped over your own socks and landed hard. Jeonghan, ever the playful but surprisingly caring angel he was, had scooped you up immediately and carried you to your room like some drama prince.

Now, seated on the edge of your bed, you hissed as Jeonghan dabbed the alcohol pad a little too aggressively.

"Ah, slow down, Jeonghan... It hurts, you know?" you winced, clutching the blanket beside you.

"I'm already being gentle. Stop making noises, they'll hear us," he said with a sly smirk, clearly enjoying teasing you more than helping.

Outside your door, DK, sent by Jihyo and Seungcheol to fetch the missing dinner member (aka you), froze as he heard the muffled conversation.

"'Already being gentle'? 'They’ll hear us'?!"

DK's face turned as red as the kimchi stew waiting on the dining table.

Without knocking, he flung open the door, panic-stricken. "What are you both doi—?!"

Silence.

You blinked, sitting on the bed, one knee up, a bruise being carefully wrapped in a bandage. Jeonghan looked up, calm as ever, still holding the medical kit.

DK’s eyes darted between the two of you.

"...Oh," he breathed out, suddenly feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.

You gave him a confused look. "DK? What’s wrong?"

"I– Nothing. Dinner. They sent me to call you for dinner," he stammered, backing out like he’d walked into a sacred ritual.