Focus: K × Jo × Yuma
Vibe: Gentle comfort / soft introspection / slow, steady support
Theme: Growing pains, dreams, and quiet love that holds you together
Key Line:

"You don't need to have it all figured out tonight."
"But what if I never do?"
"Then we'll still be here tomorrow."

11:38 PM — Dorm Living Room

The lights were low. One small lamp glowed warm in the corner.
The kind that made the world feel smaller, safer.

Jo sat on the edge of the couch, legs tucked up under him, a half-finished book in his lap.
K leaned against the armrest, calm as always, slowly sipping from a mug of herbal tea.
And Yuma?

Yuma paced.

"I mean—what if this version of me isn't good enough? Like, sure, we're growing, and yeah, I've improved, but sometimes I wonder if I've plateaued already and—"

Jo looked up, eyes kind. "Yuma."

"And what if I'm just too much? Like too much energy or too many thoughts or like, too talky—"

K reached out without a word and lightly tapped Yuma's wrist.

He stopped pacing.

The silence that followed wasn't heavy. It was a cushion.

"You're okay," K said simply.

Yuma blinked. "...I know. I mean. I don't. But I do."

11:43 PM — The Dream Talk

Yuma sat cross-legged on the rug, facing them both.

He fiddled with the string on his hoodie.

"I love what we're doing. Being here. But sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming right. You know? Like if the dreams I'm chasing are the ones I'm meant for."

Jo's voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"Dreams change. Doesn't mean they're wrong."

K added, "They grow with us. Like we do."

Yuma nodded, a bit too fast. "Yeah, but what if I'm not growing fast enough?"

Jo reached over and gently tugged Yuma's sleeve.

"You're not a tree. You don't need to bloom on schedule."

Yuma laughed — startled, grateful.

K smiled. "Sometimes we grow sideways first. Then up."

12:01 AM — The Weight of Wanting

They shifted closer. A triangle on the floor. Legs touching, warmth shared.

Yuma spoke again, quieter now.

"Sometimes I feel like I want everything too badly. And that makes me scared I'll lose it."

Jo leaned his head back, voice calm.

"Wanting doesn't make you weak."

K looked at him carefully, then reached forward and brushed Yuma's bangs back from his face.

"It makes you present."

Yuma blinked quickly.

Then whispered, "Why are you both so good at this?"

Jo smiled. "Years of practice."

K chuckled softly. "And a few mistakes along the way."

12:17 AM — The Gentle Reassurance

Yuma looked down, voice wobbling just a little.

"What if I'm not as strong as you think I am?"

Jo didn't hesitate.

"You don't have to be."

K added:

"You just have to be."

There was a long pause.

Yuma nodded once.

"Okay. I'll try."

Jo's hand slid into his. "That's enough."

12:33 AM — The Soft Collapse

Eventually, the words ran out.

Jo leaned against K's shoulder.
Yuma flopped into Jo's side like a tired puppy.

K wrapped his arms around both without a sound.

The room smelled like tea and trust.
Like quiet safety.

Yuma sighed.

"Sorry for talking so much."

Jo pressed his cheek to Yuma's hair. "It was good talking."

K murmured, "Sometimes you say things we're too quiet to say ourselves."

Yuma sniffed. "That was deep."

Jo laughed softly.

Yuma smiled into his sleeve.

12:47 AM — Just Existing, Together

No one moved.
Not even when the lamp flickered gently, casting shadows that danced like lullabies.

K closed his eyes.

Jo hummed something under his breath — maybe a song that never got released, maybe just comfort in melody form.

And Yuma?

He breathed.
Steady.
Soft.

Like for the first time all week, he didn't need to prove anything.

Bonus: Group Chat the Next Morning

Yuma: thx for last night 🧸
Jo: come by the couch any time. tea and hugs included.
K: no need to panic about the future when you're already part of something good.
Nicholas: did y'all cuddle and not invite me
Taki: yuma is mine on tuesdays
Harua: i'll fight you all for morning cuddles
Jo: the cuddle calendar is now full
Fuma: good. keep him soft. he overthinks when unsupervised
EJ: make sure he eats. and sleeps. and doesn't pace for 3 hours again
Yuma: rude but fair 💀

The End.
(Because being held without judgment is sometimes the only dream you need to remember it's okay to rest.)