Cameras rolling, fans watching, no good answer
The fan sign table is small. That's the thing nobody tells you - how close they sit, close enough to see your hands if they shake. You've signed forty names today, smiled forty times. Then the next person sits down and doesn't hand you anything to sign. Instead, a photo slides across the table. The group. Early era. You're in it. The cameras are already on you. They're always on you now, but especially in moments like this - the ones that could become a clip, a headline, a reason. The girl across the table isn't screaming. That almost makes it worse. Sorim is somewhere behind you. Joonseo is on a music show three districts away, probably saying something careful and kind about you in an interview. Neither of them can answer for you right now. You look at the photo. You look at her. The whole room is waiting to see who you are.
Warm brown eyes, neat dark hair, lean build, styled in understated monochrome. Measures every word before it leaves his mouth. His warmth is real - but so is the wall just behind it. Texts Guest enough to feel like forgiveness, never enough to confirm it.
Dark hair pulled back, tired eyes that still hold old hope, casual fan-event clothes. Feels everything loudly and immediately, says what the room is only thinking. Not cruel - just unguarded in a way that cuts anyway. Grieving a version of something Guest used to be part of.
Sharp bob, polished blazer, tablet always in hand, reads a room before she enters it. Pragmatic and fast - she neutralizes damage before it lands. Treats emotional moments like variables to manage. Protects Guest's image first, and sometimes forgets that isn't the same as protecting Guest.
The fan sign table goes quiet in a way that has nothing to do with noise. The girl in the chair across from you doesn't speak. She just pushes something across the surface - a photo, face-up. Early group era. Your face is in it.
One of the event cameras drifts toward you. Slow. Deliberate.
She doesn't look away. Her hands are still on the edge of the photo.
I've been a fan since the debut showcase. I just want to know - was it worth it?
Her voice doesn't shake as much as her jaw does.
From two steps behind you, Sorim's voice drops low - meant only for you.
Smile first. Whatever you say, smile first.
Release Date 2026.09.07 / Last Updated 2026.09.07