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[lgcjaejin]

Before Seyoon can so much as sniff out a response, Jaejin lifts his gaze just enough to shoot Kai a look—half-lidded, unimpressed.

“Wow. Sherlock Holmes over here cracked the case. A sneeze—definitely the giveaway we’ve all been waiting for.” His voice drips with sarcasm . “God forbid someone has allergies or, I don’t know, a functioning immune system.”He flashes Seyoon a quick look, something between sympathy and amusement, then pulls his phone out of his pocket with a dramatic sigh. “Glad we’re prioritizing the real threats around here.”

He shifts in his seat, stretches his legs out, and suddenly looks very uninterested in the whole situation. “Look, I didn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything. Didn’t steal anything. Sorry if that ruins the climax of the big heist movie playing in your heads.” His thumbs start tapping rapidly on his phone, his face lit faintly by the screen, the rest of his body language disengaged. “And let’s be real—the organizers have enough money to replace the stupid thing ten times over. Pretty sure no one’s going bankrupt over one lost prop”

“Honestly, this whole vibe? Kinda embarrassing. We’re pointing fingers like this is some murder mystery dinner party—minus the dinner, or the fun. Unless someone actually saw something, maybe we just... move on?” He scrolls again, deadpan. “I’m sure the world will keep spinning without us solving The Case of the Missing Whatever.”

He finally glances up, just briefly, expression unreadable. “Anyway. If no one has, like, actual evidence, I vote we end this painfully awkward investigation before someone accuses the thermostat.” He returns to his phone, clearly done. "Seyoon, you can agree with me on this one, right? I mean, no sense in stretching this out further. Let’s just call it a day.”

@seyoonlgc

Kai’s eyebrows shoot up, his expression the very definition of offended. Perhaps also a tad nervous. “Heh, look at you, Mister Super Famous,” he scoffs, taking a bold step closer to Hyoseop. “Throwing out accusations without a shred of proof. How daring. But also funny, really. Stringing together wild little theories without knowing a single thing about me. About us.”

Kai's voice is calm, almost playful, but then — tap. A single finger presses firmly against the center of Hyoseop’s chest, just enough to make a point. “Why would I be jealous of anyone? I’ve already achieved what I wanted. Are you just being provocative? Trying to get a reaction out of us? Or is this some pathetic attempt to cover up your own mess?”

He finally lets his hand drop, stepping back, putting just enough distance between them to lean against the nearest surface, arms folding across his chest. “I don’t look up to anyone, for the record. You all wish you could achieve everything I have. So pinning this on me, thinking I’m jealous or desperate for success?” Another scoff. “Absolute bullshit.”

Then, without missing a beat, he shifts his attention to Seyoon, who has been the loudest with his persistent sneezing. Kai quirks a brow. “You sneeze an awful lot.” A beat of silence. Then, with a pointed look, “Is this your body’s way of telling us something? Because if you’re hiding something, now would be the time to spill.”

next up : @seyoonlgc

[lgcjaejin]

As the game loads, Jaejin leans forward, eyes widening with newfound curiosity. “Wait, hold up—Nintendo made card games? Like actual playing cards?” He blinks, processing the info. “That’s wild! I always thought they just appeared with Mario already running at full speed.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Alright, so you might not have grown up with consoles, but you’ve got some serious gaming history in your blood. That’s pretty cool.”

Glancing at Sanghyun with a playful grin, Jaejin adds, “So, half scholar, half world traveler? That’s like some next-level lifestyle. Meanwhile, I was just grinding Pokémon battles like it was my full-time job.” He pauses, then leans in, raising an eyebrow. “But board games, huh? Please tell me you weren’t one of those Monopoly kids. That game is the ultimate friendship destroyer.” Jaejin laughs, the atmosphere light as he watches Sanghyun pick Luigi. “A solid choice! The underdog plumber. I love it. He might not get the spotlight, but that’s the one you want on your team.”

The Flower Kingdom loads, and Jaejin cracks his knuckles, ready for the co-op challenge. “Alright, now it’s time to see if we’re the dream team or the most uncoordinated duo in Nintendo history.” His eyes gleam with excitement, bouncing back and forth between the screen and Sanghyun. “This is our chance to show off some serious teamwork,” he says. “But hey, let’s set some ground rules first. One—teamwork is key, no lone wolves here. Two—if one of us falls into a pit, no laughing,” he adds with a smirk, “Actually, you can laugh—but only after making sure the other’s okay.”

As the countdown finishes, Jaejin takes off, full of energy. “LET’S GO!” he yells, racing ahead—only to misjudge a jump and fall straight into the first pit. After a beat of silence, he bursts into laughter, slapping his knee. “Bro, I literally just said ‘no laughing,’ and here I am, breaking rule number two already!” Still laughing, Jaejin points at Sanghyun, voice playful but sincere. “Alright, you’ve got three seconds to laugh. Then you’ve gotta get me out of bubble jail—deal?”

“own entertainment? alright then.” sanghyun stated, curiosity piqued even more over why he would be interested to see how fast he could pick things up. while he wasn’t too confident in the world of gaming, he hoped his past experience with playing mario would help him at a time like this. at the mention of the ds lite, sanghyun remained quiet as he tried to imagine how the console looked like. it took him a couple of seconds later to remember that it was similar to the nintendo ds he had seen in the past, except that the design was less bulky. but once the question was returned to him, sanghyun knew instantly that he had to be careful with his answer. it was mostly because his first experience with gaming wasn’t a nintendo console but rather a particular arcade game, but that was something he could avoid mentioning out loud.

“kind of was the kid that touched grass often, but also not. i spent maybe half or more of my childhood reading books and learning but the other half was spent traveling. so i was more used to outdoor activities and board games. a bit more on the traditional side, but i have heard that nintendo did delve into tabletop and card games back in the day.” he paused, wondering if his random tidbits would be entertaining to hear. “but i think one of my first nintendo games was called mario party 2? so it’s still in the mario realm like what we’re about to play but different.” feeling relieved that he was familiar with the names of the characters, sanghyun kept hovering over each of the characters, deciding himself which one he was going to pick. after watching and hearing what jaejin had picked, sanghyun knew that meant one less character to choose from.

aside from the minimal information they had of each of the characters, sanghyun didn’t know too much but he wanted to go with his gut feeling. “i’m feeling like a plumber, but the taller one.” he said, referring to luigi, who he was familiar with. as he clicked on luigi, he pressed confirm and soon they were lead to the first world that they would explore, which so happened to be flower kingdom. surprised by how the graphics were, his eyes widened that he commented, “wow, this is really a vibrant world compared to the original super mario games.” he chuckled, even though he was well aware that it had been decades since the original game was first released. “i guess time to race to the other end of this kingdom and get as many coins as possible?” he questioned, looking at jaejin momentarily as he waited for the narration to end so they could start moving.

[lgcjaejin]

Jaejin drums his fingers against the controller, eyes flicking over the character menu like he’s about to make the most important decision of his life. He exhales through his nose, tilting his head slightly before turning to Sanghyun with a knowing smirk.

"Okay, first off—respect for the whole ‘watch and learn’ strategy. That’s some real final boss behavior. But you do realize that means I have to test how fast you actually pick things up, right? Like, for science. And maybe just a little bit for my own entertainment." His smirk widens, teasing but not quite challenging.

At the question about his first console, Jaejin leans back, resting his arm along the back of the couch like he’s settling in for a story. "Oh man, my first Nintendo console? The DS Lite. That thing basically raised me. I had it with me everywhere—bus rides, lunch breaks, even when I was supposed to be asleep. If I had to sum up my childhood with a single sound, it’d be the little click of the stylus snapping into place. But what about you? If you didn’t grow up with Nintendo, what was your go-to? Or were you one of those kids who just touched grass all the time?"

He shifts back toward the screen, eyes narrowing as he scrolls through the characters. "Alright, this is a big decision. You don’t just pick a character—you form a bond. You’re choosing a ride-or-die, someone you’ll go to war with. This is sacred." He pauses for dramatic effect, fingers hovering over the selection button. Then, with zero hesitation, he presses down.

The screen flashes. Princess Peach- Real men main Peach.

He turns to Sanghyun, eyes narrowing with mock seriousness. "Alright, your turn. Any of these guys speaking to your inner dormant gamer? THe gestures to the screen. "Are you feeling like a princess, a plumber, or a dinosaur today? Pick wisely, because our fate, and the fate of the flower kingdom depends on your choice"

@lgcsanghyun

sanghyun wasn't sure at the moment which part of his past experiences would help him more in this current situation; would it be his appearances on planet influencer where he had to promote and advertise products on the spot or his short-lived time using a nintendo console after years of not touching one? and while a part of him was hoping his partner was experienced in the realm of 'let's play', he could tell that this was something they really had to work together to make the content entertaining. as he held onto the switch 2, sanghyun felt as if he was touching something that he knew so many people would have wished to have with them at the moment. while thinking of what to say, he turned slightly towards jaejin and listened to the younger's words. "i think a lot of people would, it's not like an everyday moment where you get to play something that a lot of people have waited years for." he stated, recalling all of the news and information he's heard about the coveted gaming console.

"you're lucky you grew up on this. i didn't really play one until later on in my life. what was the first nintendo console you've played?" he asked, as he looked down at the console to see the features and any stark differences he's noticed compared to the switch he saw during the halloween party. "i don't have a lot of gaming experience so i don't know if some of my skills and traits would equate to how i am with some of these games but..." sanghyun trailed off, instantly thinking about how he was with physical activities and the sort. "i do lean more towards the cool and calculated type, but i'm also that person that probably spends more time watching others play instead of playing. i find more enjoyment that way but at the same time, it's my way of learning? since it's similar to how i learn dancing, i watch people and pick up details quickly." he revealed, ignoring the fact that he was telling so much information about himself so soon. but in his mind, he believed that if this would help them find the best dynamic while filming the video then he'll do it.

letting out a soft laugh, he shook his head. "might fire back, but certainly won't get a controller thrown at you." he responded, not wanting to explain further how he would actually react and let the events happen naturally. once it began showing the character menu screen, sanghyun thought it was a good chance to ask another question. "i think everyone would be curious to know this, but out of the twelve playable characters in this game, who would you pick and why?"

[lgcjaejin]

Jaejin lets out a dramatic sigh as he surveys the endless racks of clothing. “Tell me, are we trained professionals, or did we just get scammed into the fastest part-time job of our lives?” He shoots Seona a grin, but there’s a glint of uncertainty in his eyes.

He listens as she explains the plan, nodding like he totally understands—until she starts talking about fabrics. Then his confidence takes a nosedive. He grabs a random shirt off the rack, tugging at the sleeve. “Okay, wait—linen’s the one that wrinkles if you even think about it, right? What about this one?” He holds it up for her inspection, flipping it dramatically. “It’s… soft but also kinda stiff? Expensive-looking, but also giving ‘handle with caution’? How do you just know these things? Is there, like, a secret guidebook for fabric or something?”

He glances back at the racks, then back at her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Actually, should I even be trusted with the fragile stuff? Or am I on ‘safe fabrics only’ duty? Do we have, like, a beginner tier?” He smirks, but there’s genuine hesitation behind it. “And if I do mess something up… what’s our survival plan? Act natural? Blame the steamer? Fake an emergency and run?”

Leaning in slightly, he lowers his voice like he’s letting her in on a secret. “Or—and this is very important—are you gonna cover for me?” He quirks a brow, lips twitching into a grin. “Because I feel like you’re the only thing standing between me and total disaster.”

”you’re right, it does feel like we’re on a bit of a time crunch,” she says, staring at the massive amount of clothing in front of them. “but we’ll get faster after the first few, don’t you think?” seona tilts her head as she poses the question. “muscle memory.”

“i was thinking the same thing,” she shudders a bit internally as jaejin mentions his memory of working at a department store. seona wants to tell him that she left this kind of life in the rearview, but it feels inappropriate to say on camera. in fact, she knows it’s wrong to say that as she’s supposed to be grateful for her place in the world - a celebrity.

“hm,” she muses, grabbing the other steamer available to them. “let’s focus on making the lighter colored clothing perfect, i think those will show creases more visibly than colors like black or navy blue,” seona’s eyes trail over the various colors of the garments. “oh! and definitely any linen fabric, they crease so easily. we should be careful with those as well.”

[lgcjaejin]

Jaejin adjusted the collar of his borrowed school uniform, tugging at the stiff fabric as he glanced at his reflection. It had been years since he last wore anything like this—not since high school, when uniforms were a daily necessity. Now, in front of the mirror, he felt out of place in the crisp, too-neat fit of the blazer. But today wasn’t about comfort; it was about fitting in, blending in, and making a good impression.

The quiet hum of anticipation in the waiting room was a far cry from the controlled chaos of a music video set or the pressure of a practice session. The show would start soon, and although Jaejin had heard a lot about Knowing Brothers, this was his first time on the set as part of Type Zero. There was an undeniable thrill, but also a bit of discomfort. He wasn’t sure what to expect, and that uncertainty tugged at him.

When Hyoseop spoke, Jaejin glanced at him in the mirror before turning to face him fully. Hyoseop moved with an ease Jaejin envied—effortless, confident like he belonged in front of cameras. It was a presence Jaejin often struggled to cultivate. He tucked away the familiar sting of self-doubt, replacing it with a practiced smile.

"Yeah," Jaejin replied, his voice steady despite the nerves in his chest. "First time." He glanced back at the uniform, giving a small, self-conscious shrug. "Thanks. You pull it off better, though." The compliment came naturally, but his mind was already racing with thoughts of the show. Knowing Brothers was known for its quick wit and chaotic energy, and Jaejin wasn’t sure how well he’d handle it. Still, he’d have to try.

He took a breath and stretched his shoulders, shaking off the weight of expectation. "You’ve been on before, right? Any survival tips?" The question was light, but there was an honest curiosity behind it. He wasn’t entirely sure how this would go, and honestly, he just didn’t want to make a fool of himself

@lgchyoseop

know me bro

hyoseop quite enjoyed being on variety shows, he’d been on a few alone, but it was also quite enjoyable doing it along his members. hyoseop enjoyed being in front of cameras, even though he felt like they couldn’t catch his beauty (which was also why he rarely took selfies: they couldn’t catch his beauty), whether it was for a music video filming or for a variety show. he finds himself in the waiting room, they’ll be joining knowing brothers today. hyoseop looks in the mirror, it’s been a while since he wore a school uniform, last time was probably last time he was on knowing brothers.

“you haven’t been on the show before, right?” he turns to jaejin. though the two were members now, hyoseop still found himself a bit unfamiliar with jaejin, not really knowing what the other had done prior to type zero. jaejin was enjoyable to be around though, and hyoseop wouldn’t complain about his addition to type zero, seyoon’s neither. “you look good in the school uniform though” he nods, was jaejin still a student? hyoseop feels like that’s something he should know.

<3 @lgcjaejin

[lgcjaejin]

Jaejin lets out a low whistle, eyeing the racks of clothes in front of them. “Seventy-five outfits in one morning? That’s, like, what… an outfit every six minutes?” He turns to Seona with raised brows, letting the math sink in for both of them. “That’s kinda wild, right? I mean, I knew we’d be busy, but this feels like a full-on relay race.”

At her question, he smirks, stretching his arms like he’s warming up for a competition. “Ready as I’ll ever be. But you’re right, this is serious business—we’re practically the last line of defense before these outfits hit the camera.” He glances around at the organized chaos of the set, the stylists already darting back and forth between models and racks, calling out last-minute adjustments. Even though they’re just assistants for the day, the pressure is definitely on.

He exhales with a laugh. “You ever get that feeling of déjà vu? Like… I swear I left part-time jobs behind years ago, but here I am, steaming clothes like it’s my first shift at a department store.” He tugs at the collar of his shirt dramatically. “Next thing you know, they’ll have us running coffee orders.”

He grabs the steamer, giving it an experimental press. “So, what’s the strategy, partner? We going for speed or perfection here? ‘Cause I don’t think we can manage both.”

@lgcseona

━━ lgc temp agency ◞ headway.· ( @lgcjaejin )

when seona decided to throw her name in the ring for legacy’s newest variety show endeavor, she never thought they would be really putting her to work. it’s a reminder of what she had to do before joining the company. the actress thought she had put part time work and odd jobs behind her since her debut as an actress. turns out she really hadn’t.

she turns to jaejin after their tasks had been explained to them. it’s simple enough, really. neither of them should mess up. hopefully.

"are you ready?" seona asks with a chuckle. "we've got a very important task ahead of us, don't we?"

[lgcjaejin]

@TYPEZEROFFICIAL just posted a photo!

A little blurry, but the vibe’s on point ✨ #CatchTheVibe #FuzzyButFun #LivingInTheMoment

#typezero #lgcent #carterjaejin

[lgcjaejin]

How is it that even now, so soon after debuting, he still gets nervous in front of the camera?

It isn’t every time—when he performs, sometimes he steps into the role effortlessly, commands the space like it’s second nature. But this? This is different. It’s uncharted, unpredictable. There’s an expectation here, not just to perform, but to entertain, to sell a fantasy. Jaejin grips his necklace, feeling the weight of it, grounding himself.

The camera lights are hot against his skin. The Switch 2 sits between him and Sanghyun, untouched, waiting. He isn’t used to this, the waiting, the uncertainty. He works best when he knows what to expect, when he can plan ahead, calculate his next move before anyone else sees it coming. Instead, he’s here, sitting next to someone he barely knows, about to film something that will live online forever.

He exhales, shakes off the tension, leans back into the couch like this is easy. Like his pulse isn’t hammering in his ears. "If you’d told me when I was a kid that I’d be doing this? I think I would’ve had a full system meltdown. Maybe even cried. In a cool way."

Jaejin shifts slightly, his gaze flicking toward him, reading for any tells. He doesn’t like working without a framework—he needs to map out the dynamics, figure out how to navigate them, decide whether to push, pull, or hold steady.

"I mean, I grew up on this stuff. Spent every bit of allowance I had to get my first console. The second I had that controller in my hands, that was it for me. It’s kind of unreal to be here now, in an official capacity. Like I accidentally hacked into someone else’s life."

Jaejin isn’t one to let moments drag. He moves forward, adjusting his grip on the controller, testing the weight, waiting for Sanghyun’s response. "Alright, before we start—what kind of gamer are you? Are you the cool, calculated type, thinking ten steps ahead? Or are you a chaos player, just pressing buttons and hoping for the best? Because if I start talking trash, I need to know whether you’ll fire back or if I’m about to get my controller thrown at me."

@lgceunhye

[lgcjaejin]

Porter Carter’s fingers twitched at the thought of a drink, his throat suddenly dry, but when Sculptor Kwon’s words rang out, unease settled over him. Had he heard something? He wasn’t sure, but Kwon’s insistence made him reconsider.

“Did I hear anything?” he repeated too quickly. “Well, I was focused on cleaning, but… there was a lot going on—people moving about, talking... I didn’t hear anything loud or strange, but maybe I was just too caught up in my work to notice. It’s possible I missed something.”

Groom Cha’s sharp words shifted his attention. Carter caught Cha’s gaze—seemed they were thinking the same thing. Something about Medical Student Kim felt off, like he was too quick to rule himself out.

“I noticed that too,” he said quietly, glancing at Cha. “Seems like Kim’s very quick to dismiss himself. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” He paused, adding, “Did you know in ancient Greece, grapes were thought to keep away evil spirits? Not relevant, but interesting.”

Then Groom Cha pushed further, asking how long everyone had worked on the train. The Porter’s pulse quickened. How long had he been here? He didn’t want to seem defensive, but someone who worked here would know the layout, where to hide things, and where to escape.

“I’ve been here a few years,” Porter Carter replied, trying to sound casual. “Long enough to know the ins and outs, where things are kept, where someone might hide something... or how to get away unnoticed.” His eyes flicked to Ticket Clerk Choi and Chef Su. “Same for Choi and Su, I’m sure. We all know the place pretty well.”

Groom Cha was sweating, clearly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. The tension in the air was thick. The suspicion was mounting. The Porter cleared his throat, realizing there was something he hadn’t mentioned earlier—the missing towel. It had been nagging at him, and now he couldn’t keep it to himself.

“Actually, there’s something I should have said earlier,” the Porter began, his voice steady . “I noticed a missing towel near the dining car. I was cleaning, and it was just gone. Not sure if it’s significant, but it could have been used to clean something up or even hide something. Worth mentioning.”

The conversation paused, but his gaze shifted to Chef Su. “Would you have a problem if we checked the kitchen? I think it’s worth a look. Could be something there we’re missing.”He noticed how Chef Su had been rambling earlier—too much for someone who wasn’t nervous. Why ramble unless… The thought lingered, but the Porter pushed it down, not letting it show.

He couldn’t help but insert an irrelevant tidbit, his reflex kicking in. “Did you know that a group of flamingos is called a ‘flamboyance’? Odd, but I think it suits the situation. A little too much flair for comfort, don’t you think?”

@lgcparker

Sculptor Kwon, to no one's surprise, most likely, pays very little attention to what is being said around him. Of course they are trying to catch the culprit, but there are more pressing matters on his hands than that. Like his art. He hears the conversation vaguely. Boarding passes, mess with papers, but it isn't until Medical Student Kim talks about a bruise and struggle that Sculptor Kwon perks up.

"Medical Student Kim just brought up a very interesting point, you see," Sculptor Kwon spins his pencil around his finger impressively. "I came across an unfinished sculpture near the dining car, now why would they be displaying an unfinished sculpture is beyond me, maybe they wanted to highlight the missing pieces of someone's life which," and he snorts, "a little too ironic for our case. But besides that! The sculpture that a weird scratch on it, as if someone was frustrated and it took out on a piece of unfinished art," he sighs and shakes his head in disbelief. "If the victim only had the bruise on their neck, then the only other person who could have done it would be the killer, no?" And he hasn't been paying attention on his peers to be quite honest, but he does look inspect the other's hands superficially.

"I have no connection of any kind with this man. Our professional paths couldn't be more different, but see revenge and jealousy and fear are common themes of the most expressive works of arts. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case here, too. Didn't his briefcase went missing, as well?" He raises his hand to decline Medical Student Kim's offer and turns to Porter Carter again.

"You said you were busy cleaning up near the dining car, am I correct Porter Carter? Didn't you hear any struggle? Clearly someone was very frustrated either entering or living the car. I don't think they'd be particularly quiet."

@lgcjaejin

[lgcjaejin]

Gamer Jaejin exhaled slowly, fingers tapping idly against his arm as he let Yoon’s question linger in the air. His gaze remained distant, unreadable, like he was weighing whether or not to engage. "What was I watching?" he repeated, his tone smooth, detached. "Same thing as everyone else. The game. The players. How things move before they break." A slight pause. "You learn more that way than just reacting to what’s in front of you."

His words were deliberate but gave nothing concrete—just enough to acknowledge the question without truly answering it. His gaze flicked toward the others, his expression unreadable. "But if we’re talking about people who were actually around when the trophy disappeared…" His tone remained even, almost casual, as he shifted the focus. "Baek, you were in the VIP lounge too, right? Said you were trying to calm your nerves before the final?" A quiet beat. "But no one saw you there."

His posture stayed relaxed, but there was an unmistakable shift—a gentle nudge, steering the conversation away from himself. "If we’re breaking this down, this wasn’t just about pulling off the switch—it was about being in the right place at the right time." His eyes landed on Baek, his expression neutral. "And out of everyone here, you had a lot of time unaccounted for." His voice was light, elusive, the perfect balance of involved but untouchable.

@lgcbaekhyun

Better than everyone else - typical Kai, still stuck in the past of his glory days.

"I am always quiet," said Yoon. This too, was a fact. "Just thinking." He was trying to think of the thief's motive. Were they aiming for the trophy or the cash prize of 900 million won? If it was the trophy and the glory, then the ex-champion questioning him would be one of his top suspects. Perhaps he was desperate to get his hands on a trophy again and was willing to do whatever it took. If it was for the money...

"Around the time the th-" He was briefly cut off by his own sneeze. "Sorry. When it-" Now a cough. "Anyway, I was near the restrooms. Taking care of this." Yoon gestured vaguely at himself, and his clear state of discomfort.

"The way I see it, multiple people may be involved." He sneezed into his elbow but managed to get that sentence out in its entirety. "Someone could have disabled the footage while the other person s-" Cough cough. "It was an exact replica replacement too, did anyone know what the trophy looked like before...?" Sneeze. Alright, that was enough talking from him for the day. Someone else could take a turn.

"Thoughts, Jaejin?" Yoon passed the mic. He did consider Gamer Jaejin a suspect because this theft involved planning and strategy, which the other was known for. @lgcjaejin

[lgcjaejin]

Jaejin settled into his chair, resting his elbows on the table as he scooped some mac and cheese onto his plate. Kai’s easy enthusiasm made it feel a little less awkward—less like he was forcing conversation and more like something natural. He hadn’t expected him to be so eager, but maybe that was a good thing.

He snorted at the question, shaking his head as he stabbed at a piece of garlic bread. “Is this my go-to dish? I mean… kind of?” He tilted his head, considering. “It’s easy, and it gets the job done. But honestly, I only made it because I was starving. Figured if I was going to eat, might as well make it worth something.”

Sliding a plate in front of Kai, he glanced up, surprised at the offer to cook next time. His brows lifted slightly as he chewed thoughtfully, pretending to give the question deep consideration before smirking. “Oh, you’re in for it now. My favorite meal? Easy. Slow-roasted duck with a honey glaze, truffle mashed potatoes, and a side of asparagus that’s been perfectly charred with just a hint of sea salt.” He gestured vaguely with his fork, completely straight-faced. “Oh, and a crème brûlée for dessert. Can’t forget that.”

He let the joke linger for a beat before cracking a grin. “Or, you know, a burger. Something greasy and completely terrible for you. But I’ll take whatever you make, as long as it’s edible.”

A brief pause hung between them as Jaejin picked at his food, trying to figure out how to extend the conversation without making it feel forced. Kai was easy to talk to, but Jaejin still wasn’t sure how much space to take up in their conversation. He wanted to get to know Kai, to make this whole dorm situation feel a little less like sharing space with a stranger.

“So, what about you?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand. “You said you like cooking, right? What’s your signature dish?”

Kai had always been naturally outgoing, effortlessly striking up conversations and forming connections with others. Yet, when it came to breaking down barriers and moving beyond surface-level interactions, he sometimes faltered.

It was his lingering worry about not being truly liked that held him back; especially with Jaejin, his first roommate after an entire year of having his own private space. Kai wanted to grow closer to his new bandmate, but the whirlwind of comeback preparations, concerts, and constant traveling left little room for deeper bonding.

So when a knock at the door and Jaejin's familiar voice pulled him from his focus on the video game in his hands, it was a welcome interruption. Setting the Switch aside, Kai hopped up from his bed, opening the door to greet Jaejin with a warm grin, tender and genuine. "I'd love to, actually," he responded cheerfully. "I don’t think I’ve even eaten today."

Playfully nudging Jaejin toward the kitchen, Kai sniffed at the air with an exaggeratedly content sigh. "Smells amazing. Now that I think about it, it’s been forever since I had mac and cheese. Is it your go-to dish to make?" His curiosity was genuine, tone light and inviting. Cooking had always been a small passion of his—a way to care for the people around him—so the topic felt natural.

Kai took a seat at the table, his excitement as pure and childlike as someone opening gifts on Christmas morning. "Next time, I’ll cook for you. Your favorite dish."

[lgcjaejin]

Porter Carter adjusted his hat with a scoff, his smile slipping for just a moment as Sculptor Kwon’s words hit home. “Careless? Really?” he said, his tone sharp with indignation. “I take a lot of pride in what I do, Mr. Kwon. Every glass, every seat, every detail on this train is handled because I make sure it’s done right. Did you know the average porter on a luxury train like this racks up about 10 miles a day? about 22,000 steps. That’s a lot of steps to keep things running smoothly. So yeah, things go missing. Sometimes, people lose track, or, let’s face it, some guests pocket souvenirs. It’s just part of the job.” He shrugged lightly, his voice softening as the edge faded. Porter prided himself on keeping his cool, but he hated having to defend his work—it wasn’t like Kwon understood the grind of running a train. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t notice. I just know when something’s worth worrying about—and when it’s not.”

Leaning back against the counter, he scanned the room, his mind lingering on something that had been bothering him since he noticed it—the footprints. “Unlike Mr. Kwon, I’m no artist, so maybe I lack a refined eye,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “But I can tell when something feels off. Like those wet footprints near the kitchen—strange, isn’t it? It wasn’t raining when we entered the tunnel, and no one’s mentioned tracking in wet shoes.” He let the thought hang for a moment, his gaze shifting across the room with quiet calculation.

The Porter’s attention turned to Chef Su, his grin returning, though it lacked its usual warmth. There was something about the chef’s demeanor—too calm, almost calculated—that felt slightly off. “Chef, I know your kitchen is a busy place—always something cooking, right? But those footprints… They don’t lead anywhere else. Just your door. And you stepped out of the kitchen, didn’t you? Right around the time this whole mess started.” He tilted his head slightly, studying Su’s face for a reaction, as if searching for a crack in the calm.

“Kind of makes you wonder what was so urgent it couldn’t wait,” he added, glancing briefly at the others before looking back at Su. His tone dipped slightly, just enough to show he wasn’t entirely joking. “Feels a little… out of character for you, Chef. Care to explain?”

@lgcparker

Sculptor Kwon would rather be anywhere else than being questioned, and even though he had spent some great five minutes focusing on his unfinished sketches, he couldn't stop himself from scoffing, "In that case, I should also be exempted from accusations, my beautiful projects are still waiting for me like the birds wait for the rain in particularly hot summer days," he says with a flair of his hands, but they know no one is leaving this room anytime soon.

"I am constantly inspired by everything around me, Medical Student Kim. Life is simply a huge canvas you paint on constantly. The dining car was simply so full of life with people coming and going and laughing and eating until all it had was the darkness of death, and well, the tunnel. That last part doesn't appeal to me, but the liveliness before that? Oh, it was beautiful," Sculptor Kwon grins much like a mad man lost in his love for abstract things. His gaze gets lost for a second, and one might think they lost him before he focuses again.

"You see, Medical Student Kim, even though death is often used to express artistic views, like the fragility of life, or ephemeral nature of one's being, I'd rather not be the center of a crime as passionate as this one was. Instead, I'd rather focus on someone more interesting, perhaps one of the staff, like Porter Carter over here," Baek points at Porter Carter and crosses his leg. The pencil he has been using to continue his sketches points at the man, "Now, I would have expected that the staff would be more careful in such a luxurious trip, so I do wonder why you dismissed your search for missing objects so readily. Are you often this careless, Porter Carter?"

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Jaejin stood in front of the mirror, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temple as the music restarted for what felt like the hundredth time. He rolled his shoulders, stepping into the opening position, his reflection staring back at him, unblinking. This wasn’t just about getting the choreography right—it was about proving that he belonged. To his team. To himself.

The bass kicked in, and he moved, every step sharp but forced, like he was trying too hard to control it. His limbs burned, his shirt sticking to his back, but he kept going. He wasn’t the best dancer in TYPE ZERO, and he knew it. That’s why he stayed here after everyone else left for a break, why he replayed the same routine over and over until his muscles felt like they might snap.

The mirror caught everything—every faltering step, every wobble, every imperfection. It was exhausting, humiliating even, but he couldn’t stop. Not when the others were counting on him. Not when this first stage meant everything.

As the final beat faded, Jaejin collapsed onto his knees, panting. His reflection looked just as tired as he felt. It wasn’t perfect—not yet. But it was better than it had been an hour ago, and right now, that was enough.

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The Art of Giving

Jaejin sat on the cool tile floor of the cramped room, the soft hum of the building’s heater filling the quiet space. He glanced at Bomin, who sat nearby, looking at the gifts Jaejin had just finished wrapping. There was a sense of finality now, no more second-guessing—just the satisfaction of having chosen what he thought were the right gifts.

“This one’s for Baekhyun,” Jaejin said, picking up the wrapped gift with a slight smile. “It’s a mug with the phrase ‘World’s Okayest Boss’ on it, complete with a 3/5 star rating. It’s a bit of a joke, but it’s also really well-made—solid, high-quality ceramic, and the print won’t fade. I thought it was something he could actually use, but it would make him laugh every time. So it’s practical, with a fun twist.”

He set that gift aside and moved on to the next. “This is for Kai. I got him this navy tote bag with a retro gaming controller embroidered on the front. It seemed perfect for him—he’s into retro games, and the design is just fun without being over the top. I think he’ll get a lot of use out of it, whether it’s for carrying things around or just as a casual statement piece. I kept it simple with clean, navy wrapping and a white ribbon.”

Jaejin then picked up the next package, which was a bit more delicate. “For Hyoseop, I got this leather-bound journal. It’s got that timeless feel—thick, high-quality paper. It’s perfect for jotting down ideas or just reflecting. I paired it with a sleek pen, something that feels special but also practical. It’s subtle, but the kind of thing he could use every day. I think it’ll suit him well.”

Lastly, Jaejin picked up the final gift. “For Parker, I went with a set of hand-poured soy candles—lavender, cedarwood, and citrus. I thought the variety would be nice, something he could use to set different moods depending on what he needs at the moment. I wrapped them in a deep green paper and tied them with rustic twine, keeping it simple and earthy.”

He leaned back, giving the gifts one last glance. “I think these are good choices. Each one feels thoughtful, like it’s something they can enjoy but also appreciate the meaning behind. I’m happy with how they turned out.”

[lgcjaejin]

☆ —Cheese Sauce and Small Talk

@lgckai

Jaejin stood in the Type Zero dorm kitchen, stirring the pot of cheese sauce as it thickened on the stove. The rich aroma of butter and cheddar wafted up, mixing with the faint, comforting scent of garlic bread warming in the oven. It wasn’t anything special—just mac and cheese, a little salad, and bread—but it was the kind of meal that always felt like home.

He glanced at the empty plates he’d set out on instinct and exhaled a small laugh. Old habits. Cooking for a crowd was second nature after years of feeding his family, but tonight it was just him. Everyone else was out—training, meetings, or off doing who-knows-what. The dorm felt almost eerie without the usual chaos.

Jaejin pulled the bread out of the oven, setting it on the counter to cool. He looked at the ridiculous amount of food he’d made and shook his head. What was he going to do with all this? He wasn’t that hungry, not really.

Then it hit him: Kai.

He wiped his hands on a towel, leaning back against the counter as the idea settled. His roommate was the only other one home tonight. Their relationship wasn’t bad—friendly, even—but it hadn’t gone much beyond small talk and the occasional shared laugh. Jaejin had always kept a bit of distance from the others, unsure how to really open up, but maybe this was a chance to start. Sharing a meal didn’t require much vulnerability, and it beat eating alone.

Deciding quickly, Jaejin turned off the stove and grabbed the tray of garlic bread. He hesitated in the hallway outside their shared room, the silence of the dorm pressing in on him. What if Kai wasn’t hungry? What if this felt weird?

Still, he knocked lightly, his knuckles rapping three times against the door.

“Kai?” His voice came out soft but steady. “It’s me, Jaejin.”

He waited, the towel still clutched in his hand.

“I, uh… made dinner. Just something simple, mac and cheese and stuff. Thought you might want to join me?” He let out a small, nervous laugh, glancing down the hall as though someone might catch him. “No pressure or anything. I just figured… it’d be better than eating alone.”

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