Soorin got home just past midnight.
She had stayed until the full production wrap was signed off, kit packed, everything logged. She always finished before she left. Tomorrow could not start owing anything to today.
The estate was quiet. Fountain running. Entrance lights low. The familiar smell of home that she had stopped noticing until she had been away long enough to miss it.
She went upstairs.
Her phone showed Manager Park's reply from earlier still sitting at the top of her messages.
[Manager Park: I know. Leave it with me.]
She put it on charge and sat on the edge of her bed.
The day ran back through her head. The green room. Junhyuk in the corridor and his deliberate nonsense. The trivia round, Taekyung's face when Hyunseok knew the B-side. The dance battle and Doyun pointing across the stage like an acknowledgment. Calista texting VOTING VOTING VOTING in all caps three times during the performance like she was filing official paperwork.
