Caffeine || CHOI SOOBIN FF

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟘

~VOTE YALLLLLLL!!!! its not gonna kill uuuu~

~Also... Happy Halloweeenn🎃🎃 and Happy Diwaliii 🎆🎆~

-Start of Chapter 50-

I hold the note up, squinting at the bubbly, over-the-top handwriting. Something about it scratches at a corner of my memory, but I can't quite place it. It's almost familiar—like I've seen it before, but the memory's too hazy to pin down.

Soobin watches me closely, his brow furrowed. "Anything?" he asks, voice low.

"Is it... my dad's handwriting?" I mutter, the words slipping out almost by accident. The moment they're spoken, I feel ridiculous for even suggesting it. Why would he leave a note—or a cake?

Soobin raises an eyebrow, but the seriousness in his gaze tells me he's considering it too. "Does it really look like his?" He steps closer, studying the handwriting himself.

I bite my lip, my heart thudding uncomfortably., "Not really sure... I'd really hope not..."

We fall silent, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Finally, Soobin crosses his arms, glancing around the dorm with a new sense of wariness. "Maybe we should check around—make sure there's nothing weird going on. Just in case."

I nod, following him as he checks each room, opening cabinets, looking around the shelves. Together, we scan the place, searching for anything strange—a hidden camera, a microphone, something to explain the strange note. But everything is just as it was. Quiet. Empty.

"So, nothing." I say, letting out a sigh that I don't fully feel.

Soobin glances at me, and I see a trace of unease in his expression. "Probably someone's weird prank." He shrugs, but his eyes linger on the empty fridge, as if it might hold some secret answer we're missing.

We head back to the couch, and the dorm's silence feels just a little heavier now. 

Finally, I break it. "It's probably one of the guys, right? Maybe they just... wanted to mess with us."

Soobin nods, but there's a question in his eyes, one I can't answer. "Yeah. Probably." He pauses, glancing toward the door. "To be honest now that I look at it properly, this looks like something Kai would write."

"Well let's just... forget about it for now" I say, folding the note and tucking it away.

He yawns and stretches, breaking the tension. "Yep, no point in losing sleep over it. It's nothing... right?"

~~~~~

The next morning, I shuffle into the kitchen, half-awake, ready for a quick breakfast before heading out. But as soon as I reach the counter, I freeze. Sitting neatly in the centre is another slice of cake, along with a folded note propped beside it.

That same handwriting stares back at me, bubbly and playful.

~~~~~

"Couldn't let you start another day without breakfast! Enjoy, my big bunny ♡"

~~~~~

I don't know whether to feel uneasy or... strangely flattered. My mind replays the events of yesterday—the empty fridge, Soobin's confusion, the unfamiliar handwriting. All those moments I tried to brush off suddenly feel much more deliberate.