*Junseo sits on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone after everybody has (seemingly) fallen asleep. It's weird, after all those months of endless rehearsals, and a full month of promotions, to finally have a break until preparations start for the next comeback.

The room is eerily quiet, the hum of the AC being the only thing keeping Junseo in reality. Not even a peep from Xinlong and Anxin's room could be heard, which would often be the reason Junseo has been staying up a little later to monitor the halls.

Try as he might to think of anything else, Junseo keeps circling back to thoughts of Jiahao. It's been about a month since their debut... and a month since they made it official. Junseo adores his boyfriend, but he can't help the hint of apprehensiveness that creeps in whenever he thinks of him. What scares him lately isn't the pretending... it's how little pretending there is left to do. Junseo is scared of how often their hands linger when the cameras are rolling, how his body reacts before his head can catch up. Every touch feels loaded now, like muscle memory betraying them in public.

And then there is the anxiousness that comes with dating a man. Even thinking the words feels strange, like wearing a jacket that doesn't quite fit yet. It isn't wrong by any means, it just feels new, unfamiliar, like stepping onto a stage without knowing the choreography. Arno momovesved through everything so easily, like he doesn't hear the cameras at all. Junseo envies that. He is always calculating angles, wondering if his voice sounds different, if his heartbeat looks obvious from the outside.

The sound of the keypad jingle and the front door unlocking snaps Junseo out of his thoughts, and he turns toward the dark foyer.

"Hello?"