The dorm was quieter than usual. The others were off doing their own things—some in their rooms, some out late. You sat on the couch, staring blankly at your phone, scrolling without really seeing anything.

Namjoon noticed. He always did.

At some point, he disappeared into the kitchen. You didn’t think much of it until he returned, setting a warm bowl of noodles on the table in front of you.

He didn’t say anything, just sat down beside you, stretching his legs out with a quiet sigh.

He didn’t need to ask what was wrong. This was his way of letting you know—he saw you. You weren’t alone.