Jihoon isn't quite sure how he ends up sprawled across the floor of his local supermarket at two in the morning. He's next to the cold drinks and dairy aisle with an open bottle of banana milkshake, its contents spilling dangerously close to his head. The light bulb above him flickers as a not-so-gentle reminder that all of this is definitely real, and he's not going to wake up from his nightmare any time soon.

Jihoon sighs, turning his head to the side to avoid the too bright glare of the shop light. He's far too tired to keep up the self pity at this point, but he's sure as hell he can find a way to blame Choi Seungcheol. If it weren't for that idiot he wouldn't have bothered to leave the house in the first place, and nothing remotely embarrassing or soul crushing would have occurred. He's also sure in time, once he's had an adequate amount of rest and food that isn't instant ramen, he'll find the ability to blame Seungkwan and Soonyoung too. But first things first.

He needs to get off this nasty floor.

"So when are you going to tell our captain about your huge for him?"

Lee Jihoon is in the middle of chewing on a suspiciously stale pizza when he chokes, flails his arms around for some sort of support and gasps, before thumping a hand on his chest to dislodge the lump of pizza crust stuck in his throat. It takes a minute or two before he can successfully breathe once again. It's no thanks to his rowdy company,