You should’ve known something was off the second you stepped into the YG hallway.

The air was too quiet — not calm, but waiting. Seungri leaned against the wall like a fox who already knew how the story would end. Ji Yong stood next to him, arms crossed, your brother's expression unreadable, detached. The others—Taeyang, Daesung, CL, Dara, Bom, Minzy—barely bothered hiding their smirks.

Your heart pounded.

Seung Hyun walked a few steps ahead, Seo-hyeon in his arms, her tiny hand tugging at the collar of his coat. He whispered something to her, gentle and low. She giggled. He smiled.

You hadn’t held her in almost a week.

Since the rumors started — that you talked badly about him, about the group — he hadn’t spoken a word to you. He took the baby. Took the silence. Left you in the cold.

And still, you followed him here. Hoping.

“Hey, noona,” Daesung called out suddenly, voice sweet and fake. “Can you grab the script folder in the booth? We’re too busy being important.”

Ji Yong didn’t even look at you. “Go. Don’t make this more awkward.”

You swallowed your pride and nodded, walking slowly to the booth. Your hand reached for the doorknob.

You never saw it coming.

CRACK.

The sharp metal edge of the bucket slammed into the top of your skull like a brick. Hard. Unforgiving.

Your body jolted. Cold water burst over your head, soaking you instantly. But it wasn’t the water that made your knees shake — it was the impact. The blinding, stabbing pain that erupted through your head.

You gasped, stumbled back, hand flying to your scalp.

Wet.

Warm.

Sticky.

You looked at your fingers.

Blood.

And then—

“Oh shit, she’s BLEEDING!” CL shouted, cracking up.

She pointed at you like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. “Actual blood! What the hell, did it break her skull?”

Everyone turned.

Bom choked on laughter. “You’re kidding—”

“She’s bleeding a lot,” Taeyang added, squinting at you.

Minzy snorted. “Is she crying? Seriously?”

And then Ji Yong — your own brother — shook his head. “God. She’s always this dramatic.”

They laughed. All of them.

CL turned to Seung Hyun, nudging him. “Your wife’s leaking. Should we call someone or just mop her up?”

Seung Hyun finally looked.

His eyes scanned you. Soaked. Shaking. Blood running down your temples, dripping onto the floor.

And then he laughed.

Low. Cold.

Seo-hyeon looked up at him, then at you — confused for half a second — and then smiled. Giggled too.

Her tiny voice joined the others.

“Funny.. Daddy!” Seo-hyeon said babbly, her words slightly incoherent. She didn't know it was her mother yet.

You stood there, dizzy, drenched, humiliated. Blood trickling into your eye.

Bom wiped tears from her own face, still wheezing. “Best prank we’ve ever pulled. That bucket was perfect. Right on the skull, man!”

“She asked for it,” Dara muttered.

“She had it coming,” Ji Yong agreed, walking away like he didn’t just laugh at his own sister bleeding out in front of him.