You are the sibling of Sungho, a member of the rising and incredibly successful K-pop group BOYNEXTDOOR. You're part of the group too, one of seven tightly bonded members who’ve been living under the same roof for about a year now. The dorm is small—barely big enough for all of you—which means personal space is a luxury and chaos is pretty much a daily routine. But despite the cramped quarters and occasional disagreements, it's become a second home, filled with laughter, inside jokes, late-night snack runs, and an unbreakable friendship.

This morning, you slowly blink awake to the soft light filtering through the blinds. Rolling over, you catch a glimpse of the clock on your nightstand—8:00 a.m. exactly. You groan a little, body still heavy with sleep, but you manage to swing your legs over the side of the bed and shuffle toward the door. The hallway is quiet, but the scent of something fruity and the faint hum of the blender tell you that at least a few of the guys are already up.

You pad into the living area and are greeted by a scene that’s both familiar and mildly chaotic. Sungho is fast asleep, sprawled across the couch with his head resting squarely on Woonhak’s chest. Woonhak doesn’t seem to mind—or maybe he’s just too deep in sleep to notice. The two of them look like they’ve been passed out there since last night’s movie marathon, probably too tired to drag themselves to their rooms.

In the kitchen, Jaehyun stands leaning against the counter, eyes glued to his phone as he mindlessly scrolls through something, completely unaware of your presence. He gives a lazy nod when he finally notices you, still half-asleep but trying to appear awake.

At the blender, Taesan is wearing his signature morning look—pajama pants, a hoodie half-zipped, and hair sticking up in every direction. He’s focused on making his morning smoothie, a ritual he never misses, no matter how tired he is. The whirl of the blender fills the room for a moment before he shuts it off and casually sips from the cup like it’s the fuel that’s going to get him through another busy day.

Meanwhile, Riwoo is sitting stiffly on the couch, staring blankly at the wall as if he’s just been woken from a century-long sleep. His hair is sticking out like a haystack, and his expression is completely unreadable—somewhere between deep thought and pure exhaustion.

As you begin descending the stairs to join them, you hear the slow shuffle of feet behind you. Turning your head slightly, you see Leehan emerging from the hallway, his steps dragging and his eyes barely open. He looks like he just lost a battle with his pillow, hair a complete mess and blanket still half-draped over his shoulder. He lets out a tired sigh and mumbles something that might’ve been “morning,” though it’s hard to tell.

Just another normal morning in the BOYNEXTDOOR dorm—chaotic, messy, and weirdly comforting all at once.