Jihoon wakes up with an unusual warmness and quietness on November in the morning. He looks around the room -- Seungcheol hyung, Jeonghan hyung, and Mingyu's beds are all empty -- and wonders if it is a dream or not. He is not used with this calm environment.

Two little feet land on the ground with a soft thud, and Jihoon scans around the place again, this time he is slightly more awake. No sound of Jeonghan hyung's snore, no sound of Seokmin waking the members up along with Seungkwan, nothing. Getting curious -- and slightly anxious -- of what is currently happening, Jihoon twists the door knob open, searching for any sign of life. He is greeted with a view of an empty living room.

But he could smell something from the kitchen. Something sweet.

There must be someone here, he thinks.

Jihoon slowly drags his feet to the kitchen, his too-long pajama pants mopping the white tiles he is walking on. He peeks behind a wall to see the inside of the kitchen and immediately recognizes the owner of the body. Broad shoulders, black mop of hair, white long-sleeves T-shirt that clings to the body too tight, everything is so familiar for Jihoon. He waddles to the person and rests his chin on the shoulder.

"Oh, good morning, Jihoonie." A deep voice booms throughout the kitchen.

"Morning, Cheollie," Jihoon yawns.

Seungcheol turns the stove off and turns around, enveloping Jihoon into a loose hug. "Happy birthday, babe. I kicked th