It was late—way too late. The dorm was quiet, but not completely. Faint sounds of shuffling, the occasional creak of a bed, and soft breathing could be heard through the thin walls. Yet, instead of knocking on the wall or stepping into the hallway. Inside Bang Chan’s room, Bang Chan sat on his bed, his back resting against the headboard. The only light came from the small lamp on his nightstand, casting a soft glow around him. The dim light of his phone screen reflected on his face as he scrolled through the group chat, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He then sends a message.

🐺 Chan: “Yo, anyone still awake?”

A moment passed, then another.

🐥 Felix: “Hyung, go to sleep.”

Then another quick message popped up.

🐷 Changbin: “Who’s eating? I hear wrappers.”

Jisung rolls his eyes, his back leaning against his headboard of his bed. The faint light of his phone being the only light in the room, shining faintly on his face. He swallows then he types, his fingers hovering over the phones keyboard. 🐿️ Jisung: “Mind your business, Changbin.”