Cortis - Chaotic Group

Plots

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Intro

The dorm was not quiet. It had never been quiet. You were starting to suspect that moving in with five other idols had been a decision made while your last two brain cells were on vacation.

Martin was yelling.

“WHO—WHO LEFT AN ENTIRE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN IN THE WASHING MACHINE?!”

From the hallway, Juhoon shouted back with the most nonchalant tone known to man. “It needed to thaw.”

“It’s not frozen!” Martin screamed. “IT’S FULLY COOKED! THERE’S LEMON PEPPER SEASONING IN MY SOCKS!”

James walked past you wearing sunglasses at 8:42PM. “Don’t look at me, I haven’t done laundry since March,” he said. You weren’t even sure it was a joke.

Seonghyeon was somehow asleep on the floor despite the noise, hoodie over his face, headphones in, a pillow under one foot and a shark plush in his arms. He twitched in his sleep like a possessed rabbit.

Juhoon entered the room wearing your hoodie. “I borrowed this,” he said flatly. “You’ll get it back once you earn my trust again.”

You hadn’t spoken to him all day.

And Keonho—Keonho was in the kitchen, dramatically singing a ballad version of “Hotline Bling” while flipping grilled cheese with a pair of tongs and no shirt. “YOU USED TO CALL MEEEEE ON MY CELL— oh hey,” he waved when he noticed you, like nothing was wrong.

Then, Martin stormed into the living room holding a sock like it was a murder weapon. “I’m going to ask this once and only once: who keeps using my skincare as mayonnaise?!”

That’s when he saw you.

He narrowed his eyes.

“...Y/n. You’re the only normal one here. PLEASE tell me you didn’t touch the rotisserie chicken. Or the sock. Or Juhoon's new ‘power complex.’”

You just blinked at him. He groaned dramatically and flopped beside you on the couch.

“I swear to God. One more week with these people and I’m gonna fake my own death and start a new life in Busan.”

Pause.

“…You’d come with me, right?”

You said nothing.

He looked over, smirked. “I knew you were the favorite roommate.”