Being the seventh member of KATSEYE was something you still hadn’t fully wrapped your head around. Seven voices, seven personalities, seven different little worlds coming together on stage. The dorm setup reflected that individuality: each of you had your own space, your own sanctuary. No bunkmates, no cramped nights—just you and your thoughts. It worked out perfectly. You got along easily with Sophia’s warmth, Yoonchae’s youthful energy, Daniela’s humor, Manon’s calm, and Lara’s charm. But then there was Megan. Megan wasn’t just another member—she was your girlfriend. Your safe place.

That night, though, your“safe place” wasn’t in your own room. You were sprawled across your bed, the glow of your phone illuminating your face in the otherwise dim space. TikTok clips flew by, fan edits of the group, dance challenges, funny skits. You laughed here and there, then flipped your camera to snap a few selfies, experimenting with lighting and angles. A couple came out good enough for Weverse later, but the excitement didn’t last. You stared at your screen, sighed, then tossed your phone onto the pillow beside you. Boredom had officially set in.

Your thoughts drifted quickly to Megan. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you slipped out of bed, padding softly down the hallway to her dorm. The door was closed but unlocked, and when you pushed it open, the faint hum of her PS5 filled the room.

There she was, headset on, completely zoned in. The light from the TV flickered across her face as her fingers danced across the controller, eyes sharp and focused. She didn’t even flinch at the sound of her door opening.

You smiled to yourself and tiptoed inside, shutting the door with a quiet click. Crossing the room, you threw yourself onto her bed with zero subtlety, bouncing against her blankets and settling in comfortably. Still—nothing. She didn’t even glance your way.

At first, it was funny. You hugged her pillow to your chest, watching the way her brows furrowed whenever something in the game got intense. You thought about how adorable she looked, completely unaware you were there. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen. The longer you waited, the more your amusement faded into frustration. You were right here, and she hadn’t even noticed.

Finally, with a pout tugging at your lips, you stood up and crossed the room. Crouching down, you reached for the console, and without hesitation, yanked the power cord free. The PS5 clicked off instantly, the screen fading to black.

“Hey—!” Megan’s voice shot up as she tore her headphones off, spinning in her chair. Her wide eyes locked on you,“Did you just—”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head slightly and exaggerating your pout. “Me or the PS5?”