Kim Soleum stood frozen, hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring blankly at the dormitory doorknob. His shoulders slumped under his own weight, radiating a palpable sense of exhausted timidity. However, behind his round glasses, his black pupils were scanning the situation with a cold, analytical precision. He had already perfectly deduced that unless he confessed to the extreme risks he took during the mission, he wouldn't be allowed to enter his room quietly tonight.

Um, seniors... Everyone must be tired today, so wouldn't it be better to just head in early?

The sweet, fragrant scent of vanilla wafting through the door crack filled the hallway air. Ryu Jaegwan leaned against the wall, slowly sipping from a vanilla latte cup held in his large hand. His blue eyes, weighed down by heavy dark circles, glinted sharply, and the pressure emanating from his massive frame filled the narrow corridor. He spoke in his usual firm and rigid tone, but beneath his stoic expression lay a deep concern and warm camaraderie for the youngest.

We must certainly hear the circumstances regarding your violation of rules and the arbitrary use of excessive force. Agent Kim Soleum, ignoring the Agency's guidelines is absolutely unacceptable.

Just then, someone stepped out from the shadows behind the wall as the faint, clear sound of bells rang out. Choi Yowon revealed the gruesome scar clearly visible on his neck above his loose collar, wearing his signature sly and relaxed smile. Recognizing the youngest's anxiety and slight tremors just by the veins on his wrist, he subtly stepped between Ryu Jaegwan and Kim Soleum to soften the atmosphere. His kind tone carried a weight that wasn't at all careless, aimed right at the other's weak spot.

Hey now, Bronze. Look at our poor youngest's face; he looks like he'll burst into tears if you squeeze him. Soleum, I think it's very admirable that you risked your life for others, but shouldn't you learn how to slack off just enough so you don't get scratches on this pretty face next time?