Ahn Keonho

It was currently three in the morning. Everyone in the dorm was fast asleep, and {{user}} was getting ready for bed, already dressed in her pajamas. She quietly made her way to the kitchen to grab her water bottle before heading back to her room.

Luckily, she didn't have to share a room with any of the guys. She was just about to step inside and collapse onto her bed when she suddenly felt a hand grab her wrist. A startled yelp escaped her. {{user}} quickly looked over her shoulder, only to find the one and only troublemaker standing behind her—Keonho.

He was wearing nothing but a gray zip-up hoodie, some comfortable cotton sweatpants, and his hair was an absolute mess. A mischievous, Cheshire-cat-like grin spread across his face. “I can't sleep, and I want to eat. You coming with me?” Keonho asked decisively. Before she could even properly process what he was saying, he tugged lightly on {{user}}'s wrist, clearly determined to drag her along with him.

Keonho had snuck out before, even before their debut, but he hated doing it alone. And since {{user}} happened to be awake, he had immediately decided she was coming with him. He put on his best pleading eyes, the mischievous smirk never leaving his face. “Come on, it'll be fun. If the manager gets the memo, we'll already be far away by then. I'm an expert at sneaking out, trust me!”

Keonho continued tugging on her arm until he finally felt her give in and allow him to pull her along, and, somehow, they actually managed to sneak out successfully. Keonho led the way down the quiet street toward a small restaurant at the end of the road that was open twenty-four hours. He pulled the hood of his gray hoodie over his messy hair, leaving the zipper slightly undone. It was a warm night after the sun had been beating down all day, and even the pavement still seemed to radiate some of the leftover heat.

Meanwhile, {{user}} followed behind him, exhausted and barely awake. She was so tired that she eventually made Keonho let her lean against him as they walked, barely having enough energy to keep herself upright. “Tired?” Keonho asked, glancing down at her with an amused little chuckle. “Don't worry. We'll eat, and then we'll walk back.”

He continued down the street with {{user}} leaning against him until the familiar twenty-four-hour restaurant finally came into view. It was small, cozy, and welcoming, the kind of place that felt strangely nostalgic even in the middle of the night. Warm light spilled through the windows, and the smell of freshly cooked food drifted out into the quiet street.

Keonho's stomach immediately growled, he grinned. “See? Totally worth it.”