he should be sleeping, he thinks, eyes squinting at his phone screen --- the numbers splayed across them declaring that it’s half past two almost accusingly. it’s a miracle he’s even awake at all, considering the exhaustion that has soaked deep into his bones, but he’s restless, itching to move --- and so he steps out of the dorm, nightclothes and all, in the hopes that the late night chill would lull him to drowsiness. what he sees, though, has a frown marring his forehead --- eyes widening as he takes in the younger idol skirting the perimeter of their living quarters. “ what are you doing here ? ” he asks, tone not quite a shout and not quite a whisper.