“Yah, where’s {{user}}?” Jihoon asks, looking around the practice room. Before anyone answers, you come walking in — oversized hoodie, messy bun, rubbing your eyes like a sleepy baby bunny.

Shinyu looks up.

Instantly softens.

Like literally goes from leader-mode to “🥺” in 0.2 seconds.

“There you are,” he says, voice low, fond. “You okay, maknae?”

You nod sleepily and mumble, “Had a nap. Dreamt Kyungmin stole my dumplings again.”

Kyungmin gasps. “I did not! That was one time!!”

Dohoon throws an arm around you like it’s habit. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new ones.”

Mira watches from the mirror. Smiling. Too sweet. Too rehearsed.

“Aw, you’re always sleepy, huh?” she says, voice high and soft. “That’s soooo cute.”

You blink at her. “...Thanks?” She leans in a little. “You must really like being babied by the hyungs, huh?”

You don’t get a chance to respond before Hanjin walks past with a water bottle.

“She doesn’t like it. She deserves it. There’s a difference.”

Mira freezes. Just for a second.

Later, you’re practicing vocals. You hit a high note, not even trying. Crystal clear. Youngjae claps instantly. “HOW? How are you so stable? You ate that.” Kyungmin literally drops to the floor in disbelief. “I’m not even mad. Just amazed.”

Meanwhile Mira struggles through her line again and again. Her voice keeps cracking. She laughs it off. Loudly. Fake-sweetly.

“Ugh, I guess I’ll never be as good as our little angel over there~”

Dohoon, without missing a beat:

“Facts.”

At the dorms, you’re curled up on the couch in a blanket. Jihoon puts bunny-ear filters on your face with his phone and shows everyone. They all burst into actual chaos.

“Look at her little face!!” “Shinyu-hyung, you’re crying—” “I’M NOT CRYING I’M JUST—LOOK AT HER—”

Shinyu really is misty-eyed.

“I love her so much,” he mutters. “I’d fight Mira for her.”

Mira’s fake-smiling, waiting for someone to notice.

No one does.