Morning arrived with an unspoken heaviness that settled over our room like fog.
We went through our usual routine—Jisoo's chaotic wake-up, Jinwook's silent efficiency, Yuhyun's gentle reminders about breakfast—but everything felt different.
At the cafeteria entrance, we lingered longer than necessary, picking at our food and making small talk that didn't quite mask the underlying tension.
Jisoo was the first to break the somber mood, naturally.
"Well, this is it!"
He stood dramatically, clutching his heart like he was auditioning for a tragedy.
"Time for me to become the nation's cutest idol. Sweet Team A won't know what hit them!"
He struck an exaggerated pose, complete with finger hearts and a wink that made several nearby trainees snort with laughter.
Yuhyun stood next, and for a moment, his usual warmth wavered. His smile seemed forced as he shouldered his bag.
"You'll be great with Haejun's team," he said softly, that familiar gentle smile not quite reaching his eyes.
