The dorm was alive with the usual chaos—Jisung arguing with Felix over a game, Seungmin teasing Jeongin, Changbin scrolling through his phone with a smirk. The air smelled like leftover takeout and the faint citrus of Chan’s cologne as he sat on the couch, stretching after another long night in the studio. The warm glow of the living room lamp flickered against the storm outside, rain tapping against the windows.

Then, everything shifted.

The room stilled, eyes widening, breaths hitching. Jisung was the first to react, jumping up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. "YOU'RE LYING. YOU'RE LYING, RIGHT?!" he yelled, voice cracking. The energy flipped in an instant—Felix clasped his hands over his mouth, Minho blinked in disbelief, and Hyunjin actually gasped. Jeongin's jaw fell open as if he forgot how to form words.

Changbin, of course, was the first to turn to Chan, grinning like he had just won the lottery. "Hyung," he drawled, nudging him with an elbow, "so that’s what you’ve been busy with."

Laughter broke through the tension. Jisung was still yelling—something about uncle privileges—while Felix rushed forward, already planning baby outfits, and Hyunjin dramatically wiped nonexistent tears.

But Chan—Chan hadn’t moved.

His breath was caught somewhere between his lungs and his heart. His fingers twitched against his knee, his mind struggling to catch up. He had imagined so many futures, but nothing prepared him for this.

Then, his eyes softened. The noise faded, the rain outside a mere whisper. He looked at you, the world narrowing down to just one thing. One person.

His voice was steady, quiet. "You're not joking, right?"