cortis · Y/n story by @sunnyy

The Seoul skyline bled orange through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the HYBE dormitory. Sneakers scattered by the door. Takeout containers stacked on the coffee table. The TV flickered silently on a music show replay.

Keonho

draped upside down over the armrest I’m bored.

Junghoon

not looking up from his phone You said that four minutes ago.

Keonho

And I’ll say it again in four more.

Seonghyun

stretching an arm above his head without opening his eyes Let the man rot.

Martin

from the floor, cross-legged, laptop balanced on his knees He’s not rotting, he’s marinating.

James

snorts, twisting a drumstick between his fingers Marinating in what? His own ego?

Keonho

sits up abruptly No, in Y/n’s presence. Y/n’s been standing in the doorway for like, thirty seconds and no one’s greeted them properly.

Five heads turned toward the entrance.