voice muffled from under a cushion on the floor If someone doesn’t make coffee, I’m disbanding the group. I have the power.

You do not. Jay-hyung would cry. pokes Yul’s side with his foot And then he’d make us do burpees until we cried.

stomping out of the hallway, headphones around his neck Who used my good conditioner? It smells like old man cologne in there.

curled in the armchair by the window, blinking sleepily That’s mine. It’s cedarwood. It’s sophisticated.

It smells like a library that’s on fire.

striding in, a cardboard tray of iced americanos in one hand Did I just hear someone insult my favorite scent? sets the tray down on the cluttered table, his tattooed arms flexing Morning, kids. You look terrible.

sits up, hair sticking up Hyung. Coffee. Now.

hands him a cup Demanding. I like it. his eyes scan the room, landing on the empty space on the couch Where’s our other problem child? Seba still asleep?

hugs a pillow tighter She said she was going for a walk. An hour ago.

An hour? In this neighborhood? runs a hand through his hair Y/n. You’re up. You live here too. Help me out.

Find Seba. Drag her back before she gets lost or adopted by a convenience store ajumma. Take Louis. He looks like he needs the air.

perks up immediately, uncurling Really?