Damn it, Joonmyun.

Kris prodded the Korean leader several times to try and wake him up again, but to no avail.

my life.

He checked the time on his phone, but it was still before 6 AM, so it wasn't likely that anyone else was awake anyways.

Maybe there's something on TV...

~*~*~*~*~

“Duizhang? What are you doing here?” Tao asked, staring curiously at Kris.

“I live here.” Kris rolled his eyes. “Duh.”

“No, I mean... why aren't you at the K dorm?” Tao's hand twitched, and Kris prayed that he wasn't going to go for the wushu stick that was slung across his back.

“Tell me, Zitao... have you ever heard Chanyeol singing?”

Tao shook his head slowly, not quite getting where Kris was going with this.

“You don't want to.”

“Okay. I'm gonna go to wushu practice now... bye.”

“Ehhh.” Kris waved the maknae off and returned his attention to the TV. “No, Jaehee! You don't love soccer guy!”

~*~*~*~*~

Xiumin was the next to awaken, giving Kris a strange look as he walked to the kitchen. “I thought I heard something weird earlier... it was you?”

“Hello to you too. Don't I get a welcome back or something?”

“...welcome baaaaack,” Xiumin droned sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Do you want confetti, too?”

“Can I just get some food?”

“Of course, anything for King Kris,” Chen grumbled, yawning as he walked out. “Would you like that served to you here or will you regale us with the honor of sitting with us in the kitchen?”

“You're just lucky you have Minseok to protect you,” Kris muttered.

Chen whispered something to Xiumin that Kris didn't quite catch, but whatever it was caused Xiumin to crack a smile, and he seemed to be suppressing laughter.

“What's so funny?”

“Nothing.” Chen went back to talking to Xiumin in rapid-fire Korean, and Kris made a mental note to work on the language some more. He couldn't have peopl