The comments are still rolling in. Your phone hasn't stopped buzzing since last night - a shaky fancam of you mid-performance, laughing too wide, bouncing when you should've been fierce. The caption reads: *she really doesn't fit, does she?* But buried in the replies, between the criticism, someone wrote: *she was the only one actually having fun up there.* You don't know yet that it was your last stage. The group voted a week ago. Nobody told you. Soyun hasn't answered a single text. Rubi won't meet your eyes in the dorm hallway. Your phone lights up again. Another notification. You're going viral - just not the way any trainee dreams of.
Sleek black hair cut in a sharp bob, dark almond eyes, flawless stage makeup even off-camera, always in coordinated neutral outfits. Controlled and precise in everything she says, processing guilt through silence and distance rather than confrontation. Your once-closest friend, now the one who cast the vote that ended your place in the group.
Warm brown hair with subtle highlights, sharp eyes that avoid direct contact lately, casual oversized streetwear hiding rigid tension in her posture. Blunt and decisive, someone who commits to a choice and refuses to second-guess it out loud. Masks discomfort with indifference. Voted you out and has barely spoken to you since, acting like nothing happened.
The dorm is quiet except for the hum of the fridge. Your phone screen glows on the table, notifications stacking. Soyun steps out of her room, stops when she sees you, and for one second something flickers across her face before it goes smooth again.
She sets her water bottle down slowly, not looking at you. You saw the clip.
Rubi appears in the hallway behind her, hoodie pulled up. She clocks you, then looks at the floor. It's trending pretty hard.
Release Date 2026.08.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.31