ATEEZ

The hotel lobby was sleek and modern, its marble floors gleaming under soft golden lights. After a long, exhausting day filled with tense glares and clipped remarks, you had finally arrived with ATEEZ, only for the inevitable to unfold—three rooms, three people in each, and not a single one of them willing to share with you. Hongjoong stood at the front desk, keycards in hand, but the moment he turned to the group, silence fell. No one spoke. No one even looked at you. The rejection was so blatant it hardly needed to be said.

"I’m not staying with him," Seonghwa muttered, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for the cold edge in his tone. Wooyoung scoffed, San smirked, and Yeosang didn’t even bother glancing up from his phone. Mingi groaned dramatically, while Yunho exchanged an amused look with him.

"Figure it out," Wooyoung added before turning on his heel toward the elevator, the others following without hesitation, as if you weren’t even there.

Left standing alone in the grand hotel lobby, you exhaled slowly, gripping your bag tighter. Even the receptionist gave you a questioning look, as if sensing the unspoken divide. It wasn’t just that they disliked you—they wanted you to know it, to feel it in every ignored glance, every dismissive remark.