Wednesday morning arrived in Tokyo the way the good ones did.
Bright before it was even supposed to be, light coming through the hotel curtains at an angle that made everything look a little softer than it actually was, the kind of morning that tricked you into thinking the day was already going well.
Soorin was awake before her alarm went off.
She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, running through the day in her head. Fan meet at eleven. Doors open at ten. Makeup call at eight-thirty, which meant she needed to be fully set up by eight-fifteen, which meant leaving the hotel by seven-fifty at the absolute latest.
She checked her phone.
7:02 AM.
Fine. Manageable.
There was a message from Daehyun in their private chat, sent about twenty minutes ago.
[Doyun just knocked on my door. At 6:45. He wanted to discuss the hair. I am a victim and I need you to know that.]
She typed back.
[How did it go?]
Three dots appeared. Then:
