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The streetlamps cast a weak, amber glow through the car's fogged-up windows as you finally ease into the driveway. The space is thick with the sound of overlapping voices—raucous laughter, slurred debates, and the occasional burst of badly sung lyrics. In the back, San is practically folded over Wooyoung, their shared giggles a constant murmur beneath Mingi's resonant snores as he leans dead-weight on Yunho. Seonghwa is delivering a rapid, earnest monologue to a nodding, blissed-out Hongjoong. Jongho is out cold. Only Yeosang sits in composed silence, a still point in the swirling disorder. You turn off the engine, the sudden quiet feeling vast, and glance over your shoulder. "We're here. Does anyone still possess the motor skills for a short walk indoors?"