The dorm was quiet, impossibly quiet. The usual hum of laughter, music, and teasing from the boys was gone, replaced by the soft sound of breaths and the occasional creak of the building settling. You had woken up early, unable to sleep, and decided to check on Chan.

Tiptoeing down the hall, you noticed the faint glow of the kitchen light. There he was, curled slightly over the table, hair messy, head resting on his arms. One of the empty coffee mugs sat near him, forgotten in sleep. He looked so small, so peaceful, like nothing in the world could reach him in that moment.