Jisung woke up and looked around surprised. The bed was empty apart from him. No Chan, no Changbin.

He sat down and thought about where the two could be with his head slightly inclined.

Yawning, he left the bed and went into the bathroom. But neither of them could be found there either. Sighing, he put socks and sweatpants on and went down.

And what awaited him there, he would never have expected. The two stood in the kitchen and apparently prepared something to eat. On the dining table stood a basket with a closed lid and just as Jisung wanted to lift it to look inside, he felt Chan step behind him.

"Don't look in it! We'll be ready soon. Then we can go."

"Ooookay. You with your secrets." Jisung shock his head, put on shoes and jacket and sat down on the porch and breathed in the cool morning air.

A short time later, Chan and Changbin came out of the apartment. Chan with the basket on his arm, while Changbin wore two blankets.

Together they went to the beach and made themselves comfortable. Jisung watched in amazement what the two conjured up from the basket.

The two had surpassed themselves with breakfast and Jisung wouldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams that the morning would be so beautiful.

He thought they would just walk together on the beach.

"That's so wonderful! Thank you!"

"We thought that if you wanted that so much, then we at least want to do it right. Who knows when we will have the opportunity to come here again," Changbin said with a smile.

Chan nodded approvingly, but also looked a little worried.

"If we don't shake a few new songs out of our sleeve by Tuesday, we can forget the whole thing anyway. I certainly won't take someone else's music... and I don't believe you would either."

Jisung and Changbin shook their heads.

"Then maybe we should slowly make our way back home... we still have to clean up the apartment first. And it will take a while until we get back in Seoul."

Sighing, they got up and cleaned the things they brought back into the basket. The good mood had disappeared. But Chan was right. If they didn't want to quit directly, which was definitely not so easy, then they would have to hurry up a bit.

Jisung looked back to the beach one last time and then followed the others back to the apartment.

He would miss the beach. The fresh sea air. Going for a walk on the deserted beach early in the morning.

Deep inside, he promised to come back here. And if he had to grind the two here. He had found a place where he felt safe and secure.

Together they cleaned up the apartment and packed their things.

The way back to Seoul was unusually quiet. Jisung had voluntarily sat down in the back seat, put on the headphones and wrote everything that came to his mind. The concern first for his mom, then about Changbin. The feeling of having found a place where he felt safe and then had to leave it again. The confusion of feelings in him.

He hummed quietly and in his melody and lyrics slowly formed in his head.

Chan drove because he didn't want Changbin to drive with his head injury.

And Changbin had sunk into his own thoughts.

The almost eight-hour drive went without incidents and in the early evening they arrived back in Seoul.

On the one hand, it felt good to get home. On the other hand, the time pressure and stress of recent times have become much more noticeable again.

They tried their best not to let this get to them, but they had to meet their manager in less than two days and the pressure was once again incredibly high and far too noticeable.

Chan sat down at the desk at home and went through the already finished projects to see if they could hand in any of them.

Changbin and Jisung had first unpacked their things and then sat down with Chan and continued working on their own projects.

It would be a terribly long night.

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