(You're Wonwoo)

The lobby smells like late-night coffee and mild panic.

“There’s been a booking error,” the manager says apologetically. “Only twelve rooms are available. Two of you will need to share. They’ve upgraded the room to a suite.”

Groans. Teasing. Someone suggests drawing numbers.

A staff member reads the result off the paper. “Room 617 — Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo.”

There’s immediate noise from the others.

The elevator ride up is oddly quiet.

When the door to 617 finally opens, both of you step inside—

—and freeze.

The suite is huge. One king-sized bed. Soft lighting. Floor-to-ceiling windows.

And right beside the bed, completely out in the open, is a glass-walled shower. Transparent. Center-stage.

Mingyu stares at it. Then at you. “…So,” he says slowly, dropping his bag to the floor. “Do we pretend this is normal, or do we fight the manager?”