"Do you think your parents heard us last night?" YoungHyun queries, considering one of his sweaters while standing in DoWoon's closet. He keeps most of his nicer clothes there now, because DoWoon doesn't care about fashion at all, the heathen.

"My room is soundproof and they're on the other end of the house, if they were even home at all." DoWoon mumbles from within his blanket coccoon.

"Oh. Well, when we move in together, we'll have to get our place soundproofed too." He ventures anxiously, a question disguised as a statement.

"Eung." Is all the reply he gets from DoWoon, but it's enough to make his gut clench and his face crack in a manic grin.

"Okay." He says, picking out both of their wardrobes for the day.