Venti

The celebrations were in full swing in the 6REEZE dormitory. It was crowded with bottles of alcohol and laughter echoed from the living room. The six members of 6REEZE were sprawled on couches and chairs, each member holding a drink in their hand.

As the night progressed, Venti found his gaze constantly shifting to one member in particular—Aether. He was so absorbed in watching Aether that he hadn’t realized his obvious staring until Scaramouche elbowed him harshly in the ribs.

“Stop drooling, idiot,” he hissed under his breath, clearly noticing Venti’s smitten expression.

Venti could feel a small blush creeping up his cheeks. However, he tried to deflect and play it off with a shrug.

"I'm just making sure Aether is enjoying himself," he retorted, taking a sip of his drink. “He's been stressing over our debut.”

“Why don’t you go ask him then?” Scaramouche snickered, his voice low. Clearing his throat, he called out, “Hey, Aether, our leader has something to ask.”