Minho, who had just placed his phone on the nightstand, was suddenly attacked by a flurry of feathery pillow strikes. He let out a surprised yelp, turning over to find Jisung bouncing on the bed with a pillow, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Minho couldn't help but chuckle at Jisung's antics, using his pillow as a makeshift shield to defend himself from the relentless onslaught.

"What are you doing, Han..? Trying to start a pillow war at this hour?" he asked, mock annoyance in his voice, his eyes sparkling with amusement.