The Seoul afternoon sun streamed through the glass doors of the JYP building as Y/n walked in, a bag of takeout containers balanced carefully in her arms.

She'd been here enough times now that the security guard just smiled and waved her through. The elevator ride up to the Stray Kids practice floor was familiar. The faint sound of music and laughter drifted down the hallway as she approached.

But when she pushed open the door to the practice room, the laughter wasn't the usual chaotic warmth she'd come to love.

It was soft. Polite. The kind of laughter that came from someone trying too hard.

And there, sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning close to Bang Chan's shoulder like she'd never left, was a woman Y/n had only ever heard about.

Mi-soo.