The stage lights have barely cooled and your heart is still racing. Your first live performance. You nailed it - every step, every note, every grin aimed at the crowd. The dressing room is loud with the older members' cheers, and you're floating. Then you drift toward Chan's open laptop to check the fan comments, and the room goes quiet in a way that has nothing to do with noise. The lid snaps shut. Chan's hand is flat on top of it, smile fixed a half-second too late. Jisung laughs too quickly. Minho is staring at the wall. Something is wrong - and every single one of your brothers is working very hard to make sure you don't find out what.