The practice room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and rain tapping the window. You sat cross-legged, staring at WAVE’s debut album cover on your tablet. “What if it’s not good enough?” you muttered.

The door creaked. Hyuk flopped down beside you, soda in hand. “Leader-nim, thinking too hard again. If I perform Sugar Crash one more time, I’ll turn into actual sugar.”

“You’re confident for someone who tripped last run,” you teased.

“Ouch. Pride hurt,” he said, grinning. “Confidence keeps the ship afloat.”

Jiwon shuffled in next, oversized hoodie swallowing him. “Too loud,” he mumbled, half-asleep. “You’re doing great,” he added, already drifting off.

Kenny peeked in nervously, tablet clutched. “I fixed the English captions… didn’t want fans thinking Sea of You meant ‘seafood.’”

Hyuk laughed. “Shrimpies!”

Jiwon murmured, “Shrimpies are cute.”

Minho entered last, handing you a cup of tea. “Leader, breathe. You’ve been pacing all night.”

You sipped, the warmth grounding you. “I just want people to see the real us.”

“They will,” Minho said softly. “Tomorrow, they’ll see your effort, our unity, our wave.”

Hyuk grinned. “We’re gonna crash the charts, not just waves.”

Jiwon hummed, “Flowing, crashing, rising again…”

Kenny added, “Together.”

You smiled at the four of them — Hyuk’s fire, Jiwon’s calm, Minho’s strength, Kenny’s care. “Yeah,” you said softly. “Tomorrow… we make our first wave.”

Outside, the rain fell harder, blending with your laughter like the sea answering back.