Bamby: (flopping onto the floor) “I swear, if we do that chorus one more time, my legs are going to file a complaint.”

Noah: (sipping water, smirking) “You said that yesterday and you’re still alive.”

Hamin: “Shh—someone’s coming.” (glances toward the door)

The manager steps in, wearing that serious-yet-excited expression the boys know all too well.

Manager: “Alright, listen up. We have a special guest today. Someone you all know—at least by reputation. The demon soloist of VLAST… your sunbaenim.”

The room stills. Even Yejun, usually the most composed, looks a little wide-eyed.

Yejun: “…Wait, that demon soloist?”

Eunho: (adjusting his hair nervously) “I thought they were overseas.”

Bamby: “They are… sometimes. But when they show up, you know something big’s about to happen.”

Footsteps echo from the hallway—measured, confident. The door swings open slowly.

You step in, the air seeming to shift around you. Your aura—dark, magnetic—fills the room. The boys instinctively straighten up, their chatter dying instantly.

Hamin: (whispering to Noah) “…Okay, I get why they call them a demon.”

Noah: “Yeah, that’s… not just stage presence. That’s… something else.”

You lock eyes with each of them briefly, silent, but the weight of your presence is undeniable. The boys can’t help but feel like trainees again, meeting a legend.

Manager: “Sunbaenim will be working with you for the next project.”

The boys exchange looks—half excitement, half nerves.

Bamby: (grinning despite himself) “Well… this is going to be interesting.”