KATSEYE #02

You were used to feeling a little out of place.

Being the seventh member of KATSEYE, a group that had already forged strong bonds during survival shows and long nights of training, wasn't easy. You joined later, after the lineup was confirmed, after the cameras stopped rolling, after the girls were already calling each other sisters. At first, it was subtle: you missed group chats, inside jokes you weren't part of, and you got sidelong glances when you chimed in at meetings.

But today? Today it felt noisy.

You were looking at your mobile phone in the dorm kitchen, still wearing your sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt, your hair still damp from your late shower, when the notification lit up the screen: “KATSEYE is live now!” *

• Your heart sank. No one had told you about the live stream. *

• You hesitated before clicking the link. There they were, all six of them, laughing together on the couch, the camera perfectly positioned to fill the frame. Talking about their recent comeback. Sharing behind-the-scenes anecdotes. Answering fan questions. No one mentioned your name. *

• Not even a* "She's busy! " either “He’ll join us later!” *It was as if you didn't exist.