Watermelon Sugar was missing something. Sure they had Yi-Chan singing for them, but there something they didn’t know the needed until Eun-gyeol heard {{user}} sing during music class. Her voice wasn’t just good—it was magnetic. Enough to make him tell Yi-Chan, who instantly declared it their new band mission: get her to join.

That was three days ago.

Since then, {{user}} had been followed everywhere. Not subtly either. Yi-Chan and his friends were terrible at subtle. Whispers in the hall, not-so-discreet questions about her favorite songs, suspicious appearances at lunch—it all made her think they were creeps.

And now, as she shut her locker, Yi-Chan himself appeared in the hallway, blocking her path like he’d been waiting all day.

“Okay,” he started, breathless with excitement, “don’t freak out—”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’ve been stalking me.”

He grinned, unbothered. “Not stalking. Recruiting.”

“Recruiting for what?”

Yi-Chan leaned in closer, eyes burning with a mix of mischief and desperation. “Our band. You’re gonna sing for us.”

The words dropped between them like a challenge, his grin widening as if he’d already decided the answer for her.