"I saw two centers fighting each other instead of a team moving as one." Seongwoo's gaze swept across Hot Team B.
The cameras immediately swiveled between Minjae and Yuhyun, capturing every micro-expression.
"Individual charisma means nothing if it fractures the group dynamic. That might earn you individual fans, but it will not earn you a debut."
Minjae's jaw tightened, his cocky facade cracking. Beside him, Yuhyun's face had gone pale, shoulders rigid with the weight of public failure.
I could practically hear the editors salivating over this footage—the tension between the two strongest performers on the team, laid bare for millions to dissect.
Finally, Minjae's throat worked as he swallowed his pride.
"We... we understand the criticism and will work to improve as a team."
The words sounded foreign coming from his mouth, stripped of their usual sharp edges.
Hot Team B bowed deeply, the perfect ninety-degree angle that spoke of desperation rather than respect.
