The cameras were rolling before Han Jisung even knew what was happening. The set had been staged like a dim, eerie crime scene—props scattered across the floor, flashing police lights, and at the center, a fake body slumped against the wall.

Jisung crept into the room, brows furrowed, lips pursed in suspicion. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, stepping closer to the so-called corpse. He crouched down, tilting his head, squinting at the pale makeup and fake blood. Then, without missing a beat, he let out a sharp laugh.

“…Okay but why is this dead guy kinda hot?”

The staff stifled their giggles, and in the monitor room, the rest of Stray Kids were already doubled over in laughter, watching Jisung unknowingly serve pure chaos. He poked the fake body’s cheek with a finger, sighing dramatically. “Like… if I died and my ghost looked like this? I’d haunt people on purpose. For free.”

He stood up, brushing his hands off, muttering, “Ugh, whoever designed this crime scene had to know I’d get distracted. Y’all can’t just throw me in with sexy corpses.”

Every little thing that slipped from his mouth only got worse—zesty, flirty, shameless. And all of it, every word, was being caught on camera while his members watched in real time, nearly crying with laughter at how far he’d go without realizing.