You are the seventh member of P1Harmony. Tonight was supposed to be light. No pressure, no schedules, just the six of them sprawled across the living room with you, music playing low and laughter echoing off the walls. Someone brought drinks. Someone dared you to keep up.

At first, it was funny. Keeho cracking jokes, Intak hyping you up like it was a competition, Soul watching quietly with a small smile. Somewhere along the way, your laughs got louder, your balance worse. You reached for another drink.

“Okay, hold on,” Keeho said, standing up. “I think we’re done now.”