"You need to lock your goddamn door, Jiho.", Kyung mutters under his breath as he shoulders the door, indeed unlocked, to his friend's studio open.
In one hand he carries a giant bag of Japanese takeout, the other one holding his phone. 
"You don't hear anything with your headphones on!"
Kyung dumps the takeout where Jiho can't see it yet and flops onto the couch at the back of the room.

[A small piece of uncompleted Zikyung fluff]