You were the 8th member. The girl in the group. The sister, the best friend, the glue.

You knew where everyone’s phone was, who hated cucumber, who needed quiet after practice.

And then Mira joined.

She wasn’t mean. She wasn’t loud. She was just… easy to like. Pretty, soft-spoken, effortlessly funny.

It started small.

Jungwon switching seats with you so Mira could sit in the middle for an interview.

Heeseung saying “Let’s give her the spotlight, she’s new.”

Jake asking her to help him film his vlog.

Sunghoon laughing at her jokes before yours.

Ni-ki always teasing her about her dancing — the same way he used to do with you.

No one said anything wrong. But the silence around you started to grow.

At dinner, Mira’s chopsticks clink against the side of Sunoo’s bowl while you quietly refill your own plate.

Jay says “Mira did great today!” and no one adds your name to the praise.

And suddenly you’re just… there. Sitting next to them. But not really with them.

You’re not mad. Not really.

You’re just tired of feeling like an extra in a group you helped build.