The notification count stopped mattering hours ago. His fansite's thread is everywhere now — your name dragged through thousands of retweets, your photo next to words like "career leech" and "distraction." Your phone buzzes on the dorm bed but you've stopped picking it up. Your members haven't said a word in the group chat. Seoa hasn't knocked on your door. And somewhere across the city, Ryun is awake too — you can feel it. Davin called at 11. A statement by morning, he said. He had one already drafted. Now it's past midnight, your screen lights up with Ryun's name, and down the hall, you hear footsteps stop outside your door.