Chapter Text
Ever since the infamous couch incident, Chanyeol and Baekhyun had migrated most of their PDA-filled time to Chanyeol’s dorm, blissfully ignoring the world, especially Jongdae’s traumatized couch.
What no one anticipated was the collateral damage: Jongin, Chanyeol’s roommate.
It was past midnight, and Jongin lay wide-eyed in his bed, blanket tangled around his shoulders. Every soft giggle, whispered word, or subtle groan from Chanyeol’s room filtered through the thin walls, magnified tenfold in the quiet of the night.
He groaned, rolling over. “I… cannot… sleep…”
Baekhyun and Chanyeol, in the next room, were oblivious, laughing and whispering sweetly to each other. Every time Chanyeol moved slightly, Baekhyun leaned closer, giggling.
Jongin gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, “It’s fine… I can survive… I’m used to chaos… but this is… unacceptable…”
From behind the closed door, Chanyeol’s voice drifted softly, “You’re so cute, Baekhyun…”
Jongin’s blanket twisted tighter around him. “No… NO! My ears! My sleep! My sanity!”
He leapt out of bed, padding to the door. “Hey! Can… can you two… like… have privacy?! Or at least… less… noise?! PLEASE?!?”
Chanyeol, startled, peeked out. “Jongin-ah… we’re… sorry? It’s just… quiet, right?”
Jongin pointed at him with wide eyes. “Quiet? Quiet?! You’re whispering love declarations and… and… laughing like you’re the only humans left on Earth! My brain is suffering!”
Baekhyun, ever the cheerful oblivious one, leaned on the doorframe. “We can try… I guess? But we’re… in love…”
Jongin groaned dramatically, flopping onto his bed. “In love is not a valid excuse for… auditory trauma! I will require earplugs, headphones, or maybe… a separate universe for sleeping!”
Chanyeol scratched the back of his neck, awkward. “Uh… we’ll… try?”
Jongin muttered something about forming a protest committee, while Baekhyun and Chanyeol slowly tiptoed back into their world of whispered laughter and small kisses, blissfully ignoring their poor roommate’s plight.
From his own corner, Jongin shook his head. “Why do I even live with him? This… chaos… relentless chaos…”
Meanwhile, somewhere in the campus dorms, Kyungsoo would have quietly sipped his coffee if he had known—his calm, observing presence probably saving him from having to intervene in this particular disaster.
Jongin, however, was left wide-eyed, sleepless, and fully aware that Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s happiness came at the cost of his rest. RIP, roommate sanity.
Jongin had officially reached his breaking point. After another night of Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s soft giggles, whispered “cute”s, and the occasional accidental thump against the shared wall, his patience was gone.
He stormed out of the dorm, blanket trailing behind him like a cape of desperation, and marched straight to Kyungsoo’s apartment.
Kyungsoo, lounging on the couch with a book in hand, looked up calmly as Jongin pounded on the door.
“I… I can’t… sleep!” Jongin blurted, breathless. “They’re… Chanyeol and Baekhyun… it’s… chaos… and I… I need—”
Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow, voice measured, calm, teasing just enough to sting. “Jongnini… I rented my apartment for my own privacy. I don’t babysit lovers at night. Sorry. You’re on your own for this one.”
Jongin’s jaw dropped. “You… you’re… cruel!”
Kyungsoo’s lips twitched slightly, a faint smirk forming. “No. I’m just honest. Now… go. Sehun and Lay’s dorm should be safe. At least… quieter.”
With no other options, Jongin groaned dramatically, wrapping his blanket tighter around him. “Fine… fine! I’m off to find… temporary sanity…”
And thus, Jongin padded down the hall to Sehun and Lay’s dorm, muttering about the horrors of roommate PDA, blanket dragging behind him.
Sehun, already half-asleep, blinked as Jongin flopped onto their couch like a miniature storm of frustration. “Uh… what happened?” he mumbled.
Jongin groaned, burying his face into a cushion. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun… they’re… loud… and… affectionate… and I… cannot… sleep… I… need… refuge…”
Lay, as usual, blinked, confused but curious. “They… like… each other?”
Jongin nodded vigorously, muffled through the pillow. “Yes… too much… too loud… nightmare level… save me…”
Sehun, still half-asleep but mildly entertained, leaned back and said, “Well… you’re here now. Might as well… stay. At least we can… survive together.”
And thus began a new chapter: Jongin and Sehun, quietly close in the middle of the chaos, sharing blankets, snacks, and a mutual understanding that some roommates’ love lives were simply unbearable at night.
Meanwhile, Lay, oblivious to the tension, sat on the edge of the couch, humming, asking questions every so often, not fully grasping the full emotional and auditory trauma that had driven Jongin to their dorm.
Kyungsoo, back in his own apartment, sipped coffee calmly, occasionally smiling at the thought of Jongin finally learning to navigate the chaos in his own way.
Little did anyone realize, the love square was slowly shifting—not dramatically, not overtly—but quietly, subtly, as Jongin and Sehun began to find common ground, one sleepless night at a time.