The dorm living room is too loud right now. Jisung has a whiteboard. An actual whiteboard. He's drawn brackets like it's a tournament, the members shouting names and laughing while you sit in the middle of it all, half-smiling because it's easier than crying. You don't know who the father is yet. You have a list. Two names, neither of them in this room. But Jeongin hasn't touched the whiteboard. He's sitting across from you, quiet in that way he gets when something matters. He cooked for you again last night. Stayed until 2 a.m. without being asked. His name was never on the list. But lately, it's the only one you keep coming back to.