Suho awoke to an empty room—something that he found extremely odd.

In what universe did Luhan get up before I did?

He shook off the awkward feeling and got up, reminiscing about a rather odd dream he'd had, involving Kris... and apparently Chanyeol singing.

When he walked out of the room, though, there was no sign of Kris—or any of the members, actually.

“Um... hello? Where'd everyone go...?”

There was no response besides the metaphorical tumbleweed rolling through the dorm living room, the imaginary whistling of the wind through the closed windows, and the nonexistent crickets chirping at noon.

Do I... just get today for myself, then?

“YES!” he screamed, throwing his hands up in the air, beaming widely.

“Joonmyun? What are you doing?”

.

Luhan, Lay, and Tao had decided at that moment to poke their heads out of Tao's room, eying him curiously.

He sighed, all hopes of freedom for the day lost. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Oh. Did you know that duizhang visited earlier today?” Tao said, standing up and stretching.

Suho raised an eyebrow. “So... I wasn't dreaming?”

“Huh?”

“I thought I dreamed that Kris-hyung came here and told me that Chanyeol sang...”

“Chanyeol singing?” Lay started laughing. “Tha-that's just so freaking ridiculous! Did somebody film that? I am so telling everyone that on the next show we go on...”

Luhan bopped him on the head, sighing. “No, Yixing. The fans would rather hear stuff about duizhang.”

“Oh. Then I guess I should tell t