"After breakfast," he confirms. "We budgeted fifteen minutes for emotional breakdown at 7:30."
"Very thorough."
"I told you. Spreadsheet."
They settle around the table. No cameras. No microphones. No performance.
Just six people celebrating quietly in the early morning light.
Pancakes appear. Golden and fluffy. Perfectly round. Steam rising.
"Minjae made these," Jisoo says. Already reaching for the syrup. "He's secretly a chef. Don't tell anyone. It'll ruin his idol image."
"My idol image can handle pancake-making," Minjae says mildly.
"Can it handle the fact that you wear a 'Kiss the Cook' apron?"
"I don't—that was one time!"
"Doyun has photographic evidence."
"I hate all of you."
"No you don't," they chorus.
Fresh fruit appears next. Strawberries, blueberries, sliced mango. Arranged prettily on a platter.
"See?" Jisoo points. "I didn't eat them all. Some survived. I showed restraint."
"Barely," Doyun mutters.
"Restraint is restraint. Don't diminish my achievement."
