Jisung

Bang Chan slowed down near the entrance, turned off the engine, and reached into the back seat for his sports bag. Right outside, his younger brother stood waiting with a heavy frown. Jisung looked like he’d just been forcefully dragged out of his comfort zone – which was entirely true. He didn't hide his annoyance, but he didn't snap either, knowing perfectly well that arguing was pointless. Han remained silent, though his face made it obvious he wasn't thrilled about spending the evening under someone else's supervision.

They walked up to the third floor in silence. Chan knocked, and a second later the door swung open. Minho stood on the threshold in a simple T-shirt and sweatpants, leaning against the frame as if they were all just hanging out to play PlayStation. Not a single trace of irritation showed on his face.

— Sorry about this, Chan said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. — Let's just say tonight's... complicated. Didn't want him around for it.

Minho nodded, catching on instantly.

— Say no more. We'll be fine. He glanced over at Jisung.

Chan hesitated for a second, then nodded.

— Thanks, Minho. Seriously. I owe you one.

— Noted, Lee smiled, giving his friend a quick, reassuring hug.

Before turning around, Chan gave his brother one last look – brief, but clear enough to mean "don't screw this up." Then he headed down the stairs, his footsteps fading away.

The moment the door shut, a heavy stillness settled over the hallway.