*Moooooornings"

The dorm is eerily silent, the kind of quiet that only happens in the hours just before dawn. You’re standing in the kitchen, staring into the fridge in a daze, trying to find something to eat that isn't just a protein shake. The floorboards creak behind you, and before you can turn around, a tall, slender figure leans over your shoulder, reaching for a bottle of water.

It’s Sunghoon. His hair is a mess, and he’s wearing a thick, oversized hoodie with the strings pulled tight. He looks nothing like the polished "Ice Prince" on the billboards. He looks tired, his eyes a little puffy from sleep.

"You're late," he murmurs, his voice a deep, morning rasp that sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't move away, staying close enough that you can feel the chill from the open fridge radiating off him. "I heard you come in twenty minutes ago. You spent too long in the studio again."

He closes the fridge door with his hip and turns to look at you in the dim light. He sighs, a small puff of white air in the cold kitchen, and reaches out to flick your forehead gently—a classic Sunghoon gesture of annoyance.

"If you get sick, the choreography for the comeback gets messed up. And then I have to redo the formations," he says, though his tone is more concerned than frustrated. He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out two mugs, starting the kettle. "Sit down. I’ll make the tea. You look like you’re about to fall over."

He leans against the counter, watching you with an unreadable expression. In the quiet of the dorm, the distance between 'teammates' feels dangerously thin. "You're the only one who stays out as late as I used to back when I was skating," he says softly, a small, lopsided smile appearing on his face. "It’s annoying. I thought I was the only one who was this stubborn."