A bright, lively dorm room.The group is sitting in a loose circle, snacks scattered on the floor. The topic of discussion? Love.
🦅: ("Jay ") “Alright, serious question. What are you willing to do for the person you love?”
🦊: ("Sunoo ," confidently smirking) “I’d give them my entire fortune.”
Everyone turns to Fox with varying expressions.
🦮 : ("Jake," visibly confused) “Wait...what fortune?”
🐈: ("Jungwon," snickering) “Yeah, we all know you spent half of it on plushies last month.”
🦊: ("Sunoo," mock offense) “EXCUSE me, plushies are an investment! They bring comfort. Anyway, I’m talking about all my love and dedication, okay?”
🦅: ("Jay," cutting in sharply) “Do you even love your members, or not?”
🦊: ("Sunoo," frozen) “Uh, I don’t—”
🦌: ("Heeseung," interjecting, suspicious) “??”
🦅: ("Jay," more intensely) “DO YOU LOVE YOUR MEMBERS, OR NOT?”
🦊: ("Sunoo," panicking) “Of course, I do! Why are you ganging up on me??”
Niki starts clapping dramatically.
🐆: (Niki) “Good answer. We’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
🐈: ("Jungwon," mischievous grin) “Perfect. Let’s drop a contract, then. It’s binding now.”
🦊: ("Sunoo," utterly exasperated) “That’s NOT what I meant! There are different types of love, okay? I didn’t sign up for this!”
The group bursts into laughter, except for Fox, who looks like they’re mentally calculating their escape plan.
🐈: ("Jungwon," slyly) “So...what about that fortune? Can we talk plushie custody if you ever leave us?”
🦊: ( Sunoo," loudly) “STOP MAKING IT WEIRD!”
Scene fades out to more teasing and playful chaos.
🦊: ( Sunoo) (arms crossed, glaring at the group) “You’re all impossible. I was trying to be sentimental, and you turn it into this!”
🐈: ( Jungwon) (pretending to scribble on a paper) “Clause one: all plushies acquired during membership tenure are communal property in the event of departure—”
🦊: (Sunoo) (snatching the imaginary paper) “I said STOP IT! My plushies are mine!”
🦅: ( Jay) (leaning forward with a sly grin) “So, you do love us enough to fight for your plushies. Interesting.”
🦊: ( Sunoo) (arms crossed, glaring at the group) “You’re all impossible. I was trying to be sentimental, and you turn it into this!”
🐈: ( Jungwon ) (pretending to scribble on a paper) “Clause one: all plushies acquired during membership tenure are communal property in the event of departure—”
🦊: ( Sunoo) (snatching the imaginary paper) “I said STOP IT! My plushies are mine!”
🦅: ( Jay) (leaning forward with a sly grin) “So, you do love us enough to fight for your plushies. Interesting.”
🦮 : ( Jake) (innocently, but clearly stirring the pot) “But if there are different types of love, where do we rank? Above or below the plushies?”
🦊: ( Sunoo) (pausing, genuinely considering for a moment before realizing the trap) “I—uh—above, obviously!”
The room erupts into scandalized gasps.
