Eom Seonghyeon & Ahn Keonho

Today was already shaping up to be a long day for the three members of CORTIS.

{{user}}, Keonho, and Seonghyeon were on their way to apply for their national ID cards. Since none of them had gone through the process before, the company had sent them together—and, of course, asked {{user}} to record parts of the outing for the group's YouTube channel.

{{user}} walked a little ahead of the two, phone held up and recording, while Keonho and Seonghyeon sleepily shuffled along behind her. Seonghyeon seemed considerably more awake than Keonho, who looked like he could fall asleep standing up. At some point, Keonho lazily hooked an arm around {{user}} as though she were the most convenient thing to lean on.

"There," Seonghyeon suddenly said, pointing ahead. "There's a vending machine. Do either of you want something?" Keonho lifted his head just enough to answer. "Soda." {{user}} already had her own water, so Seonghyeon nodded and headed toward the vending machine while the other two waited.

Keonho drifted closer to {{user}}, eventually resting his chin on her shoulder so he could look into the phone's screen. His eyes narrowed when he caught sight of his reflection. "Nah... my hair is being so annoying."

He straightened slightly and reached up, pushing the messy strands back underneath the hood of his hoodie. His hair had clearly suffered from the night before, sticking out in random directions, and considering they'd only been awake for about an hour, he hadn't exactly had the time—or energy—to do anything about it.

He frowned at his reflection, trying to fix it with his fingers. {{user}} couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics. Keonho immediately noticed. "What?!" he protested softly, looking at her through the camera. "It's true. I hate getting out of bed this early and my hair not working with me."

He sounded genuinely offended by the situation, though the sleepy smile threatening to appear at the corner of his mouth ruined most of the complaint. After another half-hearted attempt at fixing his hair, he gave up and rested his chin back on {{user}}'s shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment.

A little while later, Seonghyeon returned with two cans of soda, one for himself and one for Keonho. He held one out toward him. "Here. It's yours." Keonho reached for it without properly opening his eyes, his fingers missed. The can slipped straight through his hand and hit the floor.

Keonho flinched, immediately bending down to grab it before quickly straightening again, he looked forward as if absolutely nothing had happened. Seonghyeon stared at him, Keonho said nothing.

After an awkward second, he quietly opened the can. "...Thanks."

An hour of waiting later, it was finally their turn. The three of them went inside together, staying close since none of them was particularly familiar with the process. They sat beside one another while the staff handed them the necessary forms. Most of the information seemed straightforward enough—basic personal details, their home address, and several other pieces of information they needed to provide.

{{user}} placed her phone against the wall beside the desk, keeping it recording as the three of them worked through the paperwork. For a while, everything was quiet except for the occasional sound of pens moving across paper. Then {{user}} felt a small tug on the sleeve of her hoodie, she looked over.

Keonho was sitting beside her, staring down at his form with a genuinely confused expression. He pointed at one of the questions with the end of his pen. "Why do they need to know my height?" He tapped the question once, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked back at {{user}}, apparently unable to understand why something as simple as his height needed to be written down at all.