𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 :: &𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝟎𝐓𝟗 [REVISED]

• Chapter 05 ( revised )

A/N: YALL!! I'M ABOUT TO CRY RIGHT NOW OH MY GOODNESS TT TT !! I made this au because there's barely any &TEAM ff out there but I never thought that people like you would take their time to read this even though I am not the best and english isn't even my first language ( Filipino is hehe-hi to my co-Filo Luné!♡) please don't hesitate to comment what you think about this ff so far♡

⎯⎯ ୨CLEMENTINE'S ୧ ⎯⎯

When Manager Sidney and I arrived back at the dorm, we somehow managed to carry all the grocery bags inside without dropping anything. If this doesn’t scream independent woman energy, I don’t know what does. 

I turned to Manager Sidney, flashing him a grateful smile. “Thanks for the help, Manager. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He nodded, giving me a small wave before heading out. 

As soon as the door shut behind him, I let out a breath and placed the bags on the kitchen floor. I rolled my shoulders before quickly getting to work—first unpacking the food supplies, including ingredients for cooking and snacks, then organizing the household essentials in the cabinets. 

By the time I finished, I took a step back, hands on my hips. 

Now I understand why people say I’m wife material.

As I stood there, enjoying my little domestic victory, I suddenly noticed something—silence. 

Too much silence. 

I kind of expected at least one of the boys would acknowledge my return, whether it was a simple ‘Welcome back’ or some teasing remark about how long I took. However, this time, there was nothing. Just an unsettling stillness. 

Disappointed? Or perhaps was I actually expecting more than I should've?

The contrast between now and the lively atmosphere from earlier in the morning was striking. It wasn’t like them. My gut told me something was off, but I brushed the thought away. Maybe they’re just in their rooms. Maybe they’re resting or gaming. 

Still, as I made my way to the living room, the quiet felt heavier. When I stepped inside, my already puzzled expression deepened. 

The room was a mess. Clothes were strewn across the furniture, snack wrappers littered the coffee table, and a few game controllers were scattered around. It looked like a hurricane had passed through—one caused by reckless, lazy boys.