Dorm lights low.

Everyone fake asleep.

(They weren't.)

Dohoon sat on the kitchen counter swinging his legs.

Shinyu stood between them.

"You got jealous," Dohoon said softly.

"Yes."

No denial. No excuse.

"Why?"

Shinyu stepped closer.

"Because I don't like when someone else makes you laugh like that."

Dohoon's voice dropped. "You make me laugh."

"I know."

Silence.

Heavy.

Their foreheads touched first.

Outside the hallway, four shadows crouched again.

Youngjae whispering: "THIS IS IT."

Jihoon shaking: "If they kiss I'm screaming."

Inside, Dohoon's fingers curled into Shinyu's hoodie.

"You matter," Dohoon said quietly.

Shinyu exhaled.

"I know."

And this time?

When footsteps almost interrupted—

Shinyu didn't step back.

Because Gen-Z chaos or not...

This wasn't a joke anymore.