The van was quiet except for the low rumble of the engine and the steady rhythm of the road beneath them. Dawn light filtered through the tinted windows as Choi Hyunwook blinked drowsily, his head resting against the glass. It was too early for this. Too early for flights, press events, and definitely too early for Park Jihoon’s energy.

Jihoon sat beside him, wrapped in a thick blanket, AirPods in, quietly humming along to a song only he could hear. Every few seconds his head would dip and bump Hyunwook’s shoulder, soft hair brushing his neck.

“Hyung,” Hyunwook muttered, voice rough from sleep. “You’re heavy.”

Jihoon peeked one eye open and smirked. “You’re tall. You can handle it.”