"Terribly. That futon creaks every time you breathe."
"Yeah. Taekyung slept on it once. Woke up looking like a question mark."
"That's not how spines work," Taekyung muttered.
"Your spine that week would disagree."
Jisoo flipped something on the stove. It landed half on the pan, half on the burner. "Oops."
"Jisoo," Minjae said carefully. "Maybe let me—"
"No! I got this!"
He didn't got this.
Soorin sipped her coffee. Watched the chaos unfold. And despite everything—despite the threats, the fear, the exhaustion—she almost laughed.
This was insane.
She was living in a dorm with five male idols. Wearing borrowed clothes. Drinking coffee while one of them destroyed the kitchen.
Her life had officially jumped the rails.
Manager Park's voice came from the doorway. "Morning."
Everyone turned.
He looked tired. Suit slightly rumpled. Tie loose.
"Any updates?" Haejin asked immediately.
