Poke.

Mingyu opens one eye warily, squinting, then groans.

Poke, poke. A quiet giggle.

"What is it," Mingyu says through gritted teeth, sitting up to see Dahyun grinning at him, head cocked to the side. Her hair falls in wisps around her shoulders, revealing the colorful highlights that almost blind him.

"Hi," she waves, setting a bowl of instant noodles before him. "For you," she simply says. "In case you're hungry."

He looks at her incredulously, looking around at his other members to see whether they received ramen as well. They didn't. He raises an eyebrow. "Thanks?" He smiles, not quite sure what to make of it.

Her eyes only crinkle up in that eye smile of hers before she gets up and pats him on the shoulder. "Enjoy! Seventeen fighting!" She balls her hands up into fists and punches the air. Then she shuffles out of the waiting room as quickly as she must have come in, before he could say anything more.

"Oh," he mumbles to himself, but he can't hide the grin on his face. He realizes that she had given him a cute pair of chopsticks too, those fancy ones with little animals and designs embellishing them. When he gratefully finishes his noodles (which, for some reason, tasted shockingly delicious), he stashes the chopsticks among his belongings.

"Where'd you get those fancy chopsticks?" Chan shuffles up next to him.

Mingyu can only grin and shrug.