"Room 8: Han Jiwon, Lee Jinwook, Oh Jisoo, Park Yuhyun..."
The assistant's voice continued with more names, but relief flooded through me. At least I'd be with my roommates.
"...and Kang Minjae, Han Daeun."
My stomach dropped. Of course.
Training Room 8 stretched before us, mirrors reflecting our uncertain faces back in harsh fluorescent light.
The faint thump of bass from other practice rooms echoed down the hall, mixing with muffled shouts and the squeak of sneakers on polished floors.
"Let's go crush this!"
Jisoo's voice cracked on the last word, his attempt at confidence betraying him completely. His bunny smile wavered as he realized how loud he'd been.
The cameras swiveled immediately, red recording lights blinking like predatory eyes.
Every micro-expression, every nervous swallow, every bead of sweat—all of it captured for the editors to dissect later.
Minjae had already claimed the back corner, sprawling against the mirrored wall with practiced nonchalance.
