Sudsy Soap

                                    

                                          
The next morning, as the group gathered for breakfast, something was off about Jeongin. He was unusually quiet, his eyes darting around the room like he had seen something he wasn't supposed to. Every time someone tried to speak to him, he just muttered, "I'm tired," before quickly standing up and leaving.
"I wonder what's up with him," Minho mused, glancing at Jeongin as he walked out of the room.
"There's a lot wrong with him, but nothing that would cause this," Dream commented, her tone casual as she popped a piece of toast into her mouth.
The group continued eating, but a strange tension hung in the air. After breakfast, they moved to the living room to relax. Felix and Hyunjin, always full of energy, immediately began playing Super Smash Bros together. Soon, their competitive nature took over, and they somehow ended up dancing to Just Dance, laughing and goofing around.
Chan stepped into the living room, but Dream had already jumped up, joining the others in their impromptu dance-off. Her energy was contagious, and the room buzzed with excitement.
Meanwhile, Chan had a different task in mind. He walked down the hallway to Jeongin's room. No knocking, of course. They never really saw the point.
When he opened the door, he found Jeongin sitting on his bed, engrossed in his phone. The baby shark show was playing, its cheerful music filling the otherwise quiet room. Jeongin quickly lowered his phone, startled by Chan's sudden appearance.
"Did you see anything last night?" Chan asked, getting straight to the point. His voice was calm, but there was a clear edge to it.
Jeongin hesitated, his gaze shifting away. "I don't know what you mean," he said, acting clueless, but there was a nervous twitch in his eyes.
"You're lying," Chan said, his voice firm, his eyes narrowing. "I know you saw or heard something. You're not fooling me."
Jeongin gulped, then looked around as if making sure no one else was listening. "Maybe I saw a little bit," he admitted quietly, eyes wide with a mix of fear and guilt. "But I swear I won't tell anyone! You know I won't."
"You better not," Chan warned, his tone softening but still carrying an unspoken threat. He gave Jeongin one last look before turning on his heel and walking back to the living room.
When Chan returned, he found the group tangled up in a game of Twister. It was chaos—arms and legs in places they shouldn't be, everyone laughing hysterically, and people getting accidentally kicked in the face. In that moment, the absurdity of it all hit Chan, and he couldn't help but laugh.
For a brief moment, he let his mind wander back to what had happened the night before. The tension in the air from Jeongin's behavior, the silence, and the things they still hadn't addressed—it felt like something was about to break. But, for now, the chaos of the Twister game was enough to distract him.
He sat down on the couch, watching as the group collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs. The sound of laughter filled the room, but in the back of his mind, something still nagged at him. What exactly had Jeongin seen, and how much did he really know?
The night before, after the group finished watching a movie, everyone retired to their rooms. Chan stayed behind to clean up, and Dream lingered in the kitchen, determined to help for the first time. She stood by the sink, her hands submerged in warm, soapy water, bubbles collecting around her wrists as she attempted to wash the dishes. The air was thick with the scent of soap, and Dream huffed as she tried to navigate the unfamiliar task.
Chan entered the kitchen, holding a plate, and placed it on the counter next to her. "Here," he said simply, his voice low.
Dream sighed dramatically, her long brown hair cascading down her back, partly tangled in the water. "Labor is hard," she muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, but only managing to dunk it back into the soapy water.