𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲

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Having secretly snuck out the Black Panther mask from that afternoon's fansign, Jihoon takes it with him to his room almost immediately after their arrival at the dorm, the mask safely tucked inside a jacket he had borrowed from Wonwoo.

Fortunately, he has the space all to himself and it gave him the freedom to fool around and act in a way that he never could in public.

He locks the door and sits cross-legged on his bed, holding the mask with both hands. A small smile tugs at his lips as he remembers how cool this hero's origin story was. Being a superhero is the only job he'd give up being an idol for. It's too bad such a job didn't exist.

Then like a little kid, Jihoon decides to play pretend, putting the mask on before standing up and crossing both arms on his chest in the shape of an x.

"Wakanda forever!" He yells despite his heavy accent making the English words sound differenty. He gets into a fighting stance and starts systematically kicking and punching the air as if he were T'Challa in battle. Soon out of breath from his child's play, the platnium blond-haired male falls back onto his mattress with a sigh.

"...Jihoon-ah?"

He almost gets a heart attack.

It was Seungcheol leaning against the doorframe with an amused expression displayed on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Jihoon, now sitting up straight, is stammering out jumbled words, struggling to form a proper statement after quickly taking the mask off and hiding it behind his back. But the action was no use. He had already been caught red-handed.

"H-how long have you been standing there? I was sure I locked it!"

"Your doorknob has a problem with its lock, remember?" Chuckled the older. "I keep forgetting to have it fixed, but I surely will soon—or maybe I won't if I get to walk in on these things."

"Well, don't tell anyone!" Jihoon begs, though it came out like an upset whine. "Please, please, please!"

Seungcheol cocked an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "So I suppose you're that desperate, huh? Fine. Stay with me in my room tonight and I won't say a word."

The other begins to sputter out protests about how he never wanted to leave the comforts of his room for anything else, especially to sleep in another member's bed, but once Seungcheol started hollering for the others to come over, Jihoon doesn't think twice and gives in.

"Thank you, my Wakanda baby," Seungcheol cooed, jokingly blowing a kiss before shutting the door behind him and leaving a red-faced Jihoon muttering curse words under his breath.