Your phone was propped up on a tripod, the live stream counter ticking upward. 2,384 viewers. 2,401. 2,567.

You'd been chatting for nearly an hour—just you, a bowl of ramyeon, and the quiet company of strangers on the internet.

Then the comment rolled in.

fuck you.

It sat in the chat, bold and naked. A few viewers laughed. Some typed question marks. Others defended you before you could even blink.

In a dorm across the city, eight pairs of eyes were fixed on their phones. Bang Chan's phone, specifically, propped up on the coffee table while Changbin snorted.