The whisper of a pencil scraping against paper fills the room, accompanied by an almost manic clacking of a keyboard. Minhyuk stares scrutinizingly at the sketch forming on his notepad, his eyebrows scrunched together thoughtfully. He glances up for a second’s reprieve from the monochrome face staring back at him, silently demanding to be finished as soon as possible, to check on his roommate’s current state.

Changkyun, his utterly adorable dongsaeng, is staring at the screen of his white MacBook, expressionless. His fingers pause, just hovering over the keys, and his head snaps up. His eyes scan the empty air before him, and he pulls his hands away from the laptop. He begins gesticulating at nothing in particular, his fingers clenching as if he were grasping at straws. Minhyuk’s knowing chuckle brings the younger’s gaze to him, and Changkyun pouts in dismay.