You were used to feeling a little out of place.

Being the 7th member of KATSEYE, a group that had already bonded tightly during survival shows and long training nights, wasn’t easy. You joined later—after the lineup was confirmed, after the cameras stopped rolling, after the girls had already started calling each other sisters. It was subtle at first: missed group chats, inside jokes you weren’t part of, side glances when you spoke up in meetings.

But today? Today it felt loud.

You were scrolling on your phone in the dorm kitchen, still in your sweatpants and oversized hoodie, hair damp from a late shower, when the notification lit up your screen: “KATSEYE is now live!”

Your heart dropped. Nobody had told you about a livestream.

You hesitated before tapping on the link. There they were—All six of them—laughing together on the couch, camera angled just right to fill the frame. Talking about their recent comeback. Recounting behind-the-scenes stories. Taking fan questions. No one mentioned your name.

Not even a “She’s busy!” or “She’ll join us later!” It was like you didn’t exist.