"Ooooh, Jiwon's in trouble," Jisoo sang, waggling his eyebrows. "What'd you do?"
"It's probably just routine," Yuhyun said, but concern flickered across his features.
Jinwook said nothing, just watched me with those unreadable eyes before following the others into our room.
The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with the production assistant.
This was it. They knew.
Someone had found my blockers, analyzed them, and connected the dots. My racing heart hammered against my ribs as I tried to appear calm.
"Follow me, please."
She led me down the hallway, past the elevator, and around a corner I'd never noticed before. My legs felt like lead with each step.
We stopped in a small alcove near the emergency exit—a dead zone where the overhead cameras couldn't reach.
"Don't panic," she said softly, glancing around to ensure we were truly alone. "My name is Kang Bora. I'm responsible for makeup and hair."
I blinked, confusion cutting through my terror.
