You were still running on the adrenaline from Coachella, replaying the cheers, the flashing lights, the crowd singing along in a sea of glowing phones. It was your first American debut stage with Le Sserafim—the kind of moment you’d dreamed of since you were a kid.

But the morning after, the high crashed fast.

You sat curled on the dorm couch, phone trembling in your hand as you scrolled through the comments.

“Le Sserafim can’t sing live to save their lives.” “What a flop. Vocals were trash.” “6th member was especially bad. Who even are they?”

Yunjin sat beside you, gently prying your phone away as Sakura shut off the TV, where news outlets were picking apart clips of your set. Chaewon leaned against the counter, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Eunchae and Kazuha hovered nearby, quiet and wide-eyed, unsure how to help.

“Don’t look at that,” Yunjin said softly, slipping your phone into her pocket. “It’s just noise.”

You blinked, throat tight. “But…what if they’re right?”

Chaewon shot you a sharp look. “They’re not. We know how hard we worked. You were amazing out there.”