The familiar cramped space of Room 312 felt like stepping into a decompression chamber after the intensity of the main hall.
We shuffled through the doorway like survivors of some elaborate psychological experiment, which wasn't far from the truth.
Jisoo immediately launched himself onto his bottom bunk with theatrical abandon, arms spread wide like he'd just completed a marathon.
"Sweet freedom!"
His dramatic sigh echoed off the concrete walls as he clutched his pillow to his chest.
"At least we get one night to breathe before training starts again tomorrow."
Yuhyun settled onto his bunk more quietly, but I caught the tension in his shoulders. Being stolen by Minjae had shaken him more than he'd let on in front of the cameras.
Jinwook methodically began arranging his training gear for tomorrow. Even in moments like this, he never fully relaxed.
I climbed onto my top bunk, grateful for the elevated sanctuary.
