Vibe: Birthday Disaster, Chaos & Comedy, Unhinged Maknae Energy
Quote Highlights:

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"I said lowkey celebration, not lowkey arson.""We heard 'chaos party,' oops."
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07:02 AM – Harua's Bedroom

Harua opened his eyes to... silence.

Suspicious silence.

The kind of silence that didn't exist in a dorm with eight other men, three of whom thought subtlety was the name of a K-pop dance move.

He blinked up at the ceiling.

No loud birthday screams.
No confetti to the face.
No Taki trying to spoon-feed him cake in bed.

Something was wrong.

He sat up—

POP.
SPARKLE.
CHAOS.

A ceiling glitter bomb exploded above his bed. Rainbow sparkles rained from above like budget fairy magic. He choked on a flake mid-yawn.

"WHAT THE—?!"

From the hallway, he heard distant snickering.

"Phase one: deployed."
"Retreat, retreat!"

Harua launched out of bed, face coated in unicorn sneeze, eyes narrowed.

It begins.

07:36 AM – Bathroom

Still coughing glitter, Harua dragged himself into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower.

Nothing seemed off. Water temperature: normal. Shampoo bottle: suspiciously light.

He squinted. Opened the cap.

Sniffed.

Sniffed again.

Paused.

"This smells like... dessert?"

He squeezed some into his hand.

WHIPPED CREAM.

Whipped cream.
In his shampoo bottle.

Whipped. Cream.

He could hear the traitorous giggles from down the hall.

08:00 AM – Kitchen

Harua, damp-haired and furious, stormed into the kitchen.

Fuma was wearing an apron that said "Bake it 'til you make it," aggressively stirring something unidentifiable in a mixing bowl. Maki hovered next to him, clearly nervous.

"Fuma," Harua said, deadpan. "Is that... cake batter or cement?"

Fuma beamed. "It's my special tofu-avocado-banana mix. High protein!"

"You've made banana mortar."

Maki whispered, "It broke the whisk."

Taki, in the corner, threw a handful of glitter in the air and screamed "SURPRISE!" late.

Harua sighed, glitter still stuck to his lashes. "This is my villain origin story."

08:15 AM – Living Room

Nicholas appeared, carrying a tray of juice boxes and looking slightly panicked.

"Happy birthday!" he chirped, a little too cheerfully. "Don't kill anyone until after breakfast, please?"

Harua narrowed his eyes. "You're supposed to be the sane one."

Nicholas leaned in. "I tried, okay? I told Taki no confetti cannon in your sock drawer and he cried."

Harua blinked. "There's a confetti cannon in my sock—"

BOOM.
From his room.

Nicholas winced. "...Too late."

09:00 AM – Group Meeting (Unscheduled)

Harua sat cross-legged on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a weary grandmother, glaring at the lineup of chaos goblins in front of him: Taki, Yuma, Maki, and Fuma. Nicholas sat slightly behind them, sipping juice in silent regret.

K peeked in, saw the room, and quietly walked away.

Jo followed, then immediately walked back in with popcorn.

EJ sat beside Harua and patted his shoulder. "Would you like me to legally remove them?"

"I'd like them launched into the sun."

Yuma raised his hand. "In our defense—"

"There is no defense," Harua snapped. "You filled my pillow with glitter. I coughed up a sparkly lung."

Taki grinned. "Okay but... it sparkled."

09:37 AM – Kitchen, Again

Fuma pulled the "cake" from the oven.

It was flat. It was slightly green. It was steaming from the center only.

Harua stared at it like it had personally insulted his ancestors.

"This," he said slowly, "looks like it crawled out of a lab accident."

Taki whispered, "...Do we feed it to him or bury it in the backyard?"

Fuma, undeterred, proudly stabbed a sparkler in the middle. "You're welcome."

Harua pinched the bridge of his nose. "I asked for a lowkey celebration. Not lowkey arson."

Maki, clutching his phone, giggled. "We heard 'chaos party,' oops."

10:00 AM – Harua's Room

A sign now hung above his bed:

"Happy Harua Day 💙 Please do not sue us."
(Taki misspelled 'Harua' and crossed it out dramatically.)

Confetti still drifted from the ceiling.

A tiny birthday hat had been placed on Harua's favorite plushie. It sparkled. It squeaked. It mocked him.

And yet... he smiled.

A little.

Just once.

10:10 AM – Rooftop

Nicholas pulled Harua aside.

"I did try to stop them," he insisted. "But they're all so short and fast."

Harua smirked. "You helped."

"Only a little!"

"You filmed the glitter explosion from two angles."

Nicholas blinked. "...Artistic choices?"

Harua rolled his eyes.

Then glanced at the view. The city below. The mess behind him. The effort. The absurdity.

Yuma and Maki were trying to untangle ribbon that had somehow ended up around a ceiling fan.
Taki was sitting on the floor, taping together a glittery "SORRY" banner that didn't really look sorry.
Fuma had taken a bite of his own cake and was visibly reconsidering life.

Harua exhaled.

"I hate them," he muttered.

Nicholas smiled.

"But you love them."

Harua sighed. "...Maybe a little."

11:00 AM – Final Scene

The chaos settled. Somehow. Probably bribery (thanks, EJ).

The "cake" was respectfully buried in the trash bin.
Harua was allowed to shower (with actual shampoo this time).
Taki presented him with a handmade card that said:

"YOU'RE COOL EVEN WHEN YOU'RE YELLING <3"

Jo gifted him noise-cancelling headphones — for future birthdays.

And Harua?

He sat quietly on the couch that evening, wrapped in the same blanket, sipping tea.

He looked at his teammates — messy, loud, sparkly.

Then down at his lap, where a small box sat unopened. From Nicholas.

Inside: a real gift.

And a tiny note:

Thanks for surviving us.
Happy Birthday, Glitter Lung.

The End.
(He'll never admit it out loud... but it really was unforgettable.)

Alt Titles:
🎈 "Operation: Sparkle Sabotage"
🎂 "Harua vs. The Confetti Cartel"
💥 "He Said Chill, They Heard Chaos"

Let me know if you want:
📸 A "next morning" recovery log
🎥 A chaotic birthday vlog edit with fake documentary interviews
💌 Or a soft moment where someone actually gives him a real, quiet surprise after the madness 💙

Your wish is their (unhinged) command 🎉✨