Morning light filtered through the blinds, catching dust motes that floated between bare mattresses.
I folded the last of my clothes into my duffel bag, movements mechanical despite the ache settling in my chest.
Last night had been good—better than good.
The stiff formality had crumbled somewhere around Jisoo's third terrible joke and Yuhyun's story about his grandmother's honey farm.
We'd stayed up too late sharing those stolen candies, voices dropping to whispers whenever footsteps passed in the hallway.
Jinwook had even smiled.
Not his usual ghost of acknowledgment, but an actual smile when Jisoo tried imitating PD Kwon's dramatic announcements.
"Ready?" Yuhyun zipped his bag, glancing around the room one final time.
"Yeah." I shouldered my duffel, pausing at the doorframe.
The empty bunks stared back—stripped of their rumpled sheets and scattered belongings.
Just another room now, waiting for the next batch of dreamers.
I memorized it anyway.
