koya

The booth felt smaller with every pause.

You stood behind the glass, headphones snug over your ears, mic perfectly positioned, everything should have been fine. You nailed the verse the first time. You knew you had. Your voice was steady, controlled, and emotional right where it needed to be.

And yet

“Let’s stop there,” Eden’s voice cut in through the headphones. “Again. Same line.”

Your jaw tightened.

You reset, took a breath, and sang it again. Cleaner. Sharper. You even leaned into the emotion a little more, letting it rasp just enough at the end.

Silence.

Then: click.

“Mm. One more time,” Eden said. “It’s good, but... less push. More restraint.”

Irritation curled low in your chest.

You did it again. And again. Each take blurred into the next, your throat starting to burn, frustration buzzing louder than the instrumental in your ears. You could feel the boys watching through the glass.

Hongjoong leaned forward in his chair, instinctively tightening his hold on your baby girl as she shifted on his lap, her tiny fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. His eyes never left you through the glass, sharp, worried, far too familiar with the way you pushed yourself past your limits.

Yunho frowned beside him, arms crossed, jaw set like he was already replaying every late night and skipped break in his head. Wooyoung didn’t bother hiding it. He was half out of his seat, shoulders tense, like one wrong word would have him marching straight into the booth.

The track ended. Silence followed.

Eden clicked the talkback on, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Take the rest of the day off,” he said, irritation still threading his voice. “It’s clear you’re tired.”

You huffed, arms crossed as you waited until Eden finally disappeared down the hall. The moment the door shut, you stepped out of the booth, irritation still buzzing hot under your skin, shoulders tight like you were bracing for another argument.

But there wasn’t one waiting for you.

Hongjoong stood a few feet away, Arin tucked securely in his arm, her cheek pressed against his chest as she blinked sleepily around the room. He didn’t rush you. Didn’t speak right away. He just waited, patient, steady, like he always was when he knew you were holding yourself together by a thread.

“Let the boys and i handle Arin, okay?” he said softly. “Take the day to yourself, mama’s.”

The nickname alone nearly undid you.

Wooyoung, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, nodded in agreement. “We can handle our daughter,” he added firmly, like there was no debate to be had. “You’ve been doing everything. It’s our turn.”

Yunho stepped closer too, voice warm but resolute. “Go home. Sleep. Get some rest, we'll order you some food.”

Arin chose that moment to squirm, tiny hands reaching for you, a quiet whine leaving her throat. Hongjoong adjusted his hold easily, murmuring to her under his breath until she settled again, gaze never leaving you.

You swallowed hard, the anger finally slipping as guilt threatened to take its place. Reaching for Arin, you couldn’t help the small smile that broke through when she squealed, arms flailing in pure excitement, the second she was closer to you.

Hongjoong’s hand settled on your hip, grounding, familiar. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, lingering just long enough to make your shoulders drop, the fight draining out of you and leaving only exhaustion behind.

You exhaled shakily.

“but, Arin—”

Hongjoong smiled softly, forehead resting against your temple. “Baby,” he murmured, voice warm and sure, “think of it as an opportunity for us, her dads, to spoil her.”

Wooyoung snorted from behind him. “Severely. Unapologetically.”

Yunho nodded. “She’s already got a full schedule planned. Walks, naps, snacks, probably a toy she doesn’t need.”

Arin babbled happily, like she approved of every word, tiny hands grabbing at Hongjoong’s necklace when he took her back from you with practiced ease. She didn’t fuss, just settled right in, content and safe.

Hongjoong brushed his thumb over your knuckles before letting go. “Go home,” he said gently. “Sleep in the middle of the bed. Order food. Do something that isn’t for anyone else.”

Your chest tightened, emotion swelling where anger used to be.

“…Okay,” you whispered.

He smiled, soft, relieved and nudged you toward the door.

“We’ll see you later, mama’s.”

And as you walked away, tired but lighter, Arin’s laughter echoed behind you, proof that, just for today, it was safe to let yourself rest.

Arin was settled gently onto her play mat, her little hands immediately reaching for the unusually large number of toys scattered around her. She grabbed one, dropped it, then kicked excitedly as something else caught her eye, a happy babble filling the room.

All eyes stayed on her.

Hongjoong sat forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, already pulling his phone from his pocket. “We should hire a nanny,” he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else, thumbs moving as he opened his messages to text his manager.

On the floor, Yeosang and Jongho were fully committed to the task at hand, wiggling toys in front of Arin like their lives depended on it.

“This one squeaks,” Jongho announced seriously.

Yeosang switched toys immediately. “Too loud. This one crinkles. Developmentally superior.”

Arin squealed, clearly delighted by both.

In the kitchen, Seonghwa leaned against the counter while Wooyoung hovered nearby, stealing glances toward the living room.

“She’s been running herself into the ground,” Seonghwa said quietly.

Wooyoung nodded, arms crossed. “Yeah. And she’ll say she’s fine even when she’s not.”

Mingi and Yunho sat on either side of Hongjoong, watching Arin with matching soft expressions.

“We don’t tell her yet,” Yunho said. “If she knows, she’ll overthink it.”

Mingi hummed. “So it’s a surprise. A good one.”

San moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, preparing Arin’s food, pausing just long enough to glance over his shoulder and smile when she let out another excited noise.

Hongjoong finally looked up from his phone, decision settled. “I’ll have my manager send options. Background-checked. Professional. We take our time.”

No one argued.

On the mat, Arin kicked her feet, surrounded by laughter, movement, and more love than she could ever understand, completely unaware that her dads were quietly planning something meant to make her mom’s world just a little lighter.

But no one expected the sudden busyness to hit all at once.

Hongjoong’s phone started ringing.

once.

twice.

Then, it didn’t stop. He frowned, glancing down at the screen before answering, his shoulders tensing as he listened. A quiet “Yeah… okay… we’ll be there” left his lips before he hung up.

He didn’t even have time to explain before it rang again.

And again.

“More lines,” he muttered after the third call, rubbing a hand over his face. “They want adjustments before the final mix.”

Mingi groaned softly. “Right now?”

“And wardrobe,” Hongjoong added, already standing. “Measurements. Today.”

The room that had been calm and domestic only minutes ago shifted into controlled chaos.

San paused mid prep, brows knitting. “They said today was clear.”

“They said tentatively,” Yunho corrected, already reaching for his jacket.

Wooyoung scoffed. “Of course they did.”

On the floor, Yeosang froze his toy wiggling when Arin let out a confused little sound, sensing the sudden change in energy. Jongho leaned in closer, keeping his voice playful as he shook the rattle again, grounding her despite everything.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured to her. “They’re just dramatic.”

Hongjoong glanced back at Arin, guilt flickering across his face as his phone buzzed again. He silenced it this time, jaw tight.

His eyes drifted toward the corner of the room and he couldn’t help the quiet sigh of relief that slipped past his lips.

Arin’s emergency bag sat by the door, already packed. Diapers are neatly stocked. Formula measured and sealed. Extra clothes folded with care, a tiny blanket tucked into the side pocket like an afterthought that still mattered.

Of course it was ready.

You never left anything to chance.

The knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. At least this, this, was one less thing to worry about.

Hongjoong carefully settled Arin into the playpen Mingi had just finished setting up, double checking the latch out of habit before straightening. The soft padding crinkled under her as she shifted, tiny hands gripping the mesh while she looked around, then her eyes found him.

Big. Curious. Trusting.

She tilted her head up at Hongjoong, dark orbs locked onto his face, and babbled softly, like she was trying to tell him something important.

His chest tightened.

“Hey,” he murmured, crouching despite the hurried footsteps echoing around them. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles through the mesh. “Daddy’s right here.”

Before he could linger, a stylist appeared at his side, already tugging lightly at his sleeve, irritation clear on their face. “Hongjoong, we’re late. Wardrobe now.”

He hesitated, just for a heartbeat, eyes flicking back to Arin.

She squealed again, completely unbothered, a tiny smile breaking across her face when he smiled back.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised quietly, more to himself than anyone else.

The stylist didn’t wait. He was whisked away down the hall, footsteps pulling him farther from the corner of the dressing room.

No one could have prepared for the way the air shifted the moment you walked into the room.

At first, it was subtle.

Your eyes scan out of habit, a soft smile already forming as you expected to see Arin’s playpen tucked into a corner, one of the boys crouched beside it, making ridiculous noises.

But she wasn’t there.

Your steps slowed. The smile faded.

“Hey...” you started, glancing toward a cluster of staff moving equipment. “Sorry, um… where’s my daughter?”

The conversation around you stuttered.

Someone blinked. Another exchanged a look with the person beside them. No one answered right away, and that pause, barely a second, was enough to make your chest tighten.

“I mean Arin,” you clarified quickly, heat creeping up your neck. “The boys said they’d have her today while I rested.”

The guilt hit hard, sharp, and immediate. You shouldn’t even be asking. You were supposed to know. A good mother wouldn’t need to check. A good mother wouldn’t have left her baby behind while she slept.

You asked again, softer this time, the words tasting wrong on your tongue. Each time you did, the shame grew heavier, settling deep in your stomach as you caught the flickers of surprise, confusion, and what you thought was judgment in their eyes.

Your eyes kept moving, too fast, too frantic, scanning the room for any sign of a baby. A carrier. A playpen. Someone swaying gently the way people do when they’re holding a child.

Nothing.

Your breath grew shallow as your gaze shifted again, this time searching for the boys instead.

And then you saw him.

Jongho stood near the far wall, arms crossed, irritation written plainly across his face as he listened to a stylist talk at him. His jaw was tight, brows drawn together, frustration practically rolling off him.

Then his eyes lifted.

The moment he noticed you, everything changed.

The tension melted from his expression, shoulders loosening as concern immediately replaced the irritation. He excused himself without a word, already moving toward you.

“Hey,” he said gently when he reached you, voice low so no one else could hear. “What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out right away. Your throat felt too tight, panic still buzzing under your skin.

“I...I can’t find Arin,” you admitted quietly. “They said the boys had her, and I just...”

Jongho didn’t hesitate.

“She’s okay,” he said firmly, one hand coming to rest on your arm, grounding. “I promise. She was with Hongjoong earlier. Things got hectic and they moved her to a quieter room.”

Your shoulders sagged a little, relief mixing with the lingering guilt.

“I shouldn’t have left her,” you whispered, shame crawling up your spine. “I should’ve been here.”

Jongho opened his mouth, ready, eager, to argue, to shut that thought down immediately, but before he could get a word out, a staff member called his name. He hesitated, gave you an apologetic smile that promised I’ll be right back, and was gently but firmly pulled away.

Your chest tightened.

You swallowed hard, eyes darting through the room again, searching now for Yeosang. Anyone. Someone familiar. The noise felt louder, the space suddenly too big.

And then Seonghwa was there.

He stepped into your line of sight like he always did, calm, grounding, a quiet presence that immediately slowed your breathing just a fraction.

“Yn,” he said softly, concern etched into his features, “sweetheart… you’re supposed to be resting.”

Your finger rose to your lips without you realizing it, nails pressing lightly against your skin as your nerves gnawed at you. You shook your head, eyes already shining.

“Arin,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Hwa… where is she?”

Seonghwa’s expression shifted instantly.

The gentle smile faded, not into panic, but into focus. Protective. Serious.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands came up to your shoulders, thumbs pressing lightly like he was anchoring you to the floor.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Breathe with me first, okay?”

Your chest hitched, but you nodded, forcing a shaky breath in and then out.

“She’s safe,” he said firmly, eyes never leaving yours. “I saw her not long ago. Hongjoong had her, and then staff moved her to a quieter room because things got crowded.”

Your shoulders sagged a fraction, but the worry didn’t fully leave.

“Where?” you asked, voice trembling despite yourself. “I just need to see her.”

Seonghwa didn’t hesitate.

“Okay,” he said gently. “Then we’ll go together.”

You barely had time to nod before a hand closed around Seonghwa’s wrist.

“Seonghwa, we need you now,” a stylist said sharply, already pulling him back toward the hallway.

“Hwa—” you gasped, fingers instinctively tightening in his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, eyes full of regret as he was tugged away. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

But the words barely registered.

The room tilted.

Your chest tightened, breath catching as tears welled up faster than you could stop them. The noise around you blurred, voices overlapping into something unintelligible. All you could think was I can’t find her. I can’t find my baby.

The ache in your chest grew tighter, sharper panic clawing its way up your throat.

“Hey—hey, hey.”

San was suddenly there, like he’d sensed it before you even made a sound. His hands came up immediately, gentle but firm, steadying you before your knees could give.

“Yn,” he said softly, eyes searching your face. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to speak, but your voice broke. “A-Arin,” you managed, tears finally spilling over. “I can’t—no one’s telling me where she is.”

San’s jaw set instantly, not in anger, but in resolve.

“Okay,” he said, grounding, his voice low and calm despite the storm building behind his eyes. “You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”

He positioned himself fully in front of you now, one hand at your back, the other gently cupping your face to bring your gaze to his.

“Look at me,” he murmured. “Breathe. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. She’s okay. We’re going to find her, together.”

Your breathing stuttered, chest tight, but you followed him, one shaky inhale, then another. San’s hands closed around yours, fingers interlocking firmly, deliberately, like he was anchoring you to something solid.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly.

He didn’t wait for permission.

San turned, gently but decisively leading you out of the room. The noise faded a little with each step, your focus narrowing to the warmth of his hand, the steady pace he set.

“San—” a stylist called, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

He stopped just long enough to look back, jaw set. He shrugged them off without raising his voice, without anger, just certainty. “Just five minutes,” he said. “All I need.”

The stylist hesitated, clearly annoyed, but something in San’s expression made them step back.

He guided you down the hallway, his thumb brushing slow circles over your knuckles as if to remind you to keep breathing. “Talk to me,” he said softly. “Tell me what you saw. What you didn’t.”

“I—there was no playpen,” you whispered. “No stroller. Everyone just kept saying she was moved and I—” Your voice cracked. “I should’ve stayed.”

San stopped walking.

He turned fully toward you, hands coming up to frame your face. “Hey. No,” he said firmly, eyes locked onto yours. “You trusted us. That’s not a mistake. That’s family.”

He rested his forehead briefly against yours, grounding you before pulling back. “We’re close. I saw her earlier too. We’ll find her, and you’re going to hold her, and this panic is going to pass.”

He squeezed your hands once more. “One step at a time. Stay with me.”

And with that, he started forward again—calm on the outside, fiercely focused beneath it—guiding you closer to the answers you desperately needed, unaware that this frantic search was only the beginning of how fragile the day truly was.

San reached the door the staff had pointed out. He didn’t hesitate. He opened it.

The room was empty.

No playpen. No bag. No familiar blanket draped over a chair.

No staff.

The silence hit harder than noise ever could.

Your breath left you in a broken sound, your grip tightening painfully around San’s hand as your eyes darted wildly across the room, searching for anything. a bottle, a toy, proof that Arin had ever been here at all.

“Wait,” you whispered. “She-she was supposed to be—”

San stepped fully inside, his body subtly shifting in front of yours without you even realizing it. His eyes swept the room once. Twice. Fast. Sharp. Calculating.

“This isn’t right,” he said quietly.

Your chest began to cave in on itself, panic roaring back tenfold. “San,” you breathed, voice shaking, “where is my baby?”

He didn’t answer immediately, and that scared you more than anything.

The sound that tore out of you wasn’t human.

It was raw. Shattered. A mother’s scream ripped straight from her chest the moment the truth settled in heavy, undeniable, impossible to outrun.

Your legs gave out beneath you.

You collapsed to the floor, hands clawing uselessly at your chest as sobs wracked your body, loud and uncontrollable, echoing down the hallway and bleeding into every corner of the building.

“She’s gone.” you cried, voice breaking completely. “She’s gone!my baby!”

San dropped with you instantly, one arm locking around your shoulders, the other cradling the back of your head, holding you together as you came apart.

“Hey…hey, stay with me,” he pleaded, voice tight, panic cracking through the calm he’d been forcing. “Yn, look at me. Please look at me.”

But you couldn’t. All you could see was an empty room. All you could hear was silence where Arin’s babbles should have been.

The hallway erupted.

“Move! move!” “Excuse me, sorry—”

Hongjoong was the first to reach you, shoving past staff without hesitation, his face draining of color the second he saw you on the floor. He dropped to his knees so hard it hurt, hands shaking as he reached for you.

“What happened?” he demanded, fear raw and naked in his voice. “Where’s Arin?”

Behind him, Wooyoung looked feral, eyes wild as he scanned the area like he might tear the building apart brick by brick. Yunho was already barking into his phone, voice sharp, commanding. Seonghwa stood frozen for half a second then moved, positioning himself in front of you like a shield.

“She’s not there,” San said hoarsely, tightening his hold as you sobbed. “The room’s empty. No staff. No baby.”

Hongjoong’s breath hitched violently.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no….”

He gathered you into his arms without thinking, pulling you against his chest as your cries broke again, louder, more desperate.

“I should’ve stayed,” you choked. “I shouldn’t have rested. shouldn’t have trusted anyone,I—”

“Stop,” Hongjoong said, voice cracking as tears filled his own eyes. He held your face gently, desperately, forcing you to look at him. “This is not on you. Do you hear me? This is not on you.”

Wooyoung’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white. “Lock the building,” he snapped at no one in particular. “Now.”

Yunho nodded grimly. “Security’s on it. No one leaves.”

San kept one hand firm at your back, the other gripping Hongjoong’s shoulder like he was the only thing keeping himself standing.

“We will find her,” Seonghwa said quietly, voice steady but lethal beneath the calm. “Every second from now on is about Arin.”

Your sobs shook your entire body, grief and terror tearing through you as the boys closed ranks around you desperate, furious, united by the same horrifying truth.

Your daughter was missing.

You couldn't stop sobbing. Your entire body trembled with each shaky breath, guilt and fear twisting together until you could barely tell them apart. Every thought in your head was cruel.

You shouldn't have taken the rest the boys insisted on. You shouldn't have left Arin. You should have trusted your instincts and kept her right beside you. The thoughts repeated over and over, each one cutting deeper than the last.

Across from you, Hongjoong looked absolutely devastated. Not just him though, all of them did. The guilt on their faces was unmistakable.

They were Arin's fathers. The moment the schedules became chaotic, the moment stylists started pulling them in different directions, they should have done more. They should have made sure someone always had eyes on her.

What hurt the most was that they were only now realizing something you had been doing all along.

Even when you were drowning in schedules. When you were surrounded by staff, or when you were exhausted beyond belief. You always knew exactly where Arin was. Always.

"Honey..." San's voice was gentle, breaking through the storm in your head as he brushed a strand of hair away from your tear-stained face. "We'll find her, okay?"

You let out a broken hiccup and looked up at him.

The sight nearly shattered him. Your lips trembled uncontrollably as tears continued to stream down your face, your eyes swollen and red from crying.

Without a word, Jongho and Mingi rushed to grab tissues from a nearby desk. Wooyoung wasn't far behind, gathering anything he thought might bring you even a fraction of comfort; a blanket, a bottle of water, anything.

None of it felt like enough though.

"I should've trusted my gut," you cried, voice cracking. "I knew something felt wrong. I should've stayed with her."

The words barely left your mouth before Seonghwa was kneeling beside you.

"Baby," he said firmly.

The tone alone made you look at him. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, but there was nothing uncertain about the way he held your gaze.

"Don't you dare start blaming yourself. Do you hear me?"

You shook your head immediately, another sob escaping. "But—"

"No."

For once, Seonghwa didn't let you continue. His voice cracked, emotion finally bleeding through.

"No. You trusted us."

The room fell silent.

"You trusted her fathers." His jaw tightened as he fought to keep himself composed. "You trusted the people who love her more than anything in this world."

Hongjoong lowered his head, guilt written across every feature. Seonghwa swallowed hard before continuing.

"If anyone should be questioning what they could've done differently, it's us."

The words hung heavily in the room. For a moment, nobody spoke. Then Hongjoong moved. He dropped to his knees in front of you, uncaring of the security office, the people watching, the cameras still flickering across the walls. All he could focus on was you.

His trembling hand came up to your face. Using the sleeve of his sweater, he carefully wiped away the tears that refused to stop falling.

The gesture only made him break more. Because every tear he brushed away was replaced by another. His own vision blurred, a few tears slipped down his cheeks before he could stop them.

"Baby..." His voice cracked.

You looked up at him through watery eyes. The devastation on his face was almost as painful as the fear in your own chest.

"I am so sorry." The words came out broken, raw and honest.

Hongjoong shook his head, struggling to breathe around the guilt lodged in his throat. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Another tear slid down his face.

"I wanted to make sure you were resting."

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping the tears still flowing down your cheek.

"You've been exhausted for months." His voice grew quieter.

"Taking care of Arin. Taking care of us. Working. Being everything for everyone."

His shoulders shook as a sob escaped him, choking on the words that left his lips next. "And I hated watching you run yourself into the ground."

The sight alone nearly shattered the rest of the boys. Mingi having to look away, hiding his face onto Yunho shoulder. Wooyoung trying his best to hold in his tears but failing as Jongho was just staring at his feet.

"I thought..." He swallowed hard. "I thought if we handled everything for one day, you could finally breathe."

His forehead pressed against yours. Instead of finding comfort, all he felt was crushing guilt. "I should've been watching her."

His voice dropped to a whisper. "I should've known where she was every second."

You immediately shook your head despite your tears. "Hongjoong-"

"No."

He closed his eyes, the word coming out shaky.

"If I hadn't insisted on it..." His voice cracked again. "You would've had her with you."

Around the room, the rest finally looked away, unable to watch without feeling their own guilt rise. Because they had all agreed. They had thought it was a good idea. They just wanted to give you a break, and now the outcome just felt unbearable.

Hongjoong took your hands in his, pressing them tightly against his chest as though he could somehow hold the pieces of both of you together.

"We're going to bring her home."

His voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be, the determination behind it was enough. His tear-filled eyes met yours.

"We are going to find our daughter."

It wasn't a if, maybe, hopefully or when.

We are going to find her.

And despite the terror consuming him, despite the guilt threatening to drown him, that was the one thing Hongjoong refused to doubt. The certainty in his voice broke something inside of you. Because for the first time since this nightmare began, someone wasn't speaking in reassurances or possibilities.

He was making a promise. as Arin's father, your lover. And he fully intends to keep that promise. A sob escaped you.

Before you could think, before doubt or fear could stop you, you threw your arms around Hongjoong.

He caught you instantly. Like he always did.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into his chest as if he could shield you from everything happening around you. One hand cradled the back of your head while the other locked around your waist, holding you so tightly you could feel the tremble running through him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into your hair, tears slipping freely now. "I'm so sorry, baby."

You buried your face against his shoulder, fingers clutching desperately at the back of his sweater.

Yeosang gently pulled the blanket higher over your sleeping form, making sure it covered your shoulders. Your face was swollen from hours of crying, tear tracks still faintly visible against your skin even in sleep.

Seonghwa sat beside you, your head resting in his lap as his fingers slowly combed through your hair. The repetitive motion seemed to soothe him as much as it did you. Every now and then, his gaze would drift down to your sleeping face, his heart aching at how exhausted you looked.

Hongjoong had stepped out not long ago to speak with the police who had arrived.

The door creaked open, Yunho and Mingi walked in carrying bags of takeout, the smell of warm food immediately filling the security office. It should have been comforting. Instead, it only reminded them of how long it had been since any of them had eaten.

San followed shortly after, eyes red and swollen from a crying session he'd hidden away from the others. No one mentioned it. They all understood. Without a word, he began setting up a small makeshift table in the corner, unpacking containers and drinks with quiet efficiency.

Soon, everyone was eating or at least pretending to. Silence settled heavily over the room. The only sounds were the rustle of takeout containers and the soft hum of the monitors lining the walls.

Every few minutes, someone's eyes would drift toward your sleeping form. Making sure you were still resting. That you were still there.

Jongho finally let out a long sigh, setting his food down untouched. The movement immediately drew everyone's attention.

His jaw tightened. "We should go over what we all saw."

The room fell still. Jongho glanced around at each of them before continuing. "Like who saw Arin last."

"And which staff members were around her."

Silence lingered for a moment, heavy and suffocating, before someone finally broke it.

"The last time I saw Arin was when Mingi finished setting up the playpen," San said quietly, picking at his food rather than actually eating it. His eyes remained fixed on the container in front of him. "That was... almost two hours ago now."

The realization made the room feel even colder.

Mingi nodded slowly. "I kissed her on the head before I left," he murmured, his voice rough around the edges.

"Then I got dragged away for measurements." His jaw tightened.

"I thought one of you guys was staying with her."

Yeosang frowned immediately, confusion crossing his face. "That's what's weird."

Everyone looked at him. His brows pulled together as he tried to remember. "We were all supposed to have the day off."

The room went quiet again...Because he was right.

Wooyoung shook his head. "Not all of us." His fingers tightened around his drink.

"Yn, Yunho, Hongjoong, and I had a few lines scheduled today."

Yunho nodded. "I remember."

His stomach twisted as his thoughts drifted back to earlier that afternoon. You standing in the recording booth, the frustration written all over your face as take after take was stopped. Then Eden sending you home. The boys insisting you finally take a break. Everything after that felt like a blur. Yunho slowly set his chopsticks down.

"But that's it," he said. "Those sessions were already scheduled."

His gaze lifted toward the others. "The measurements weren't."

A tense silence immediately settled over the room. Mingi looked up, " then why was Hongjoong hyung getting called for a sudden wardrobe measurements."

Wooyoung expression darkening, as if suddenly something clicked in his mind. "Every time one of us got close to finishing something, they suddenly needed us somewhere else."

San's head snapped up. "You're saying someone created the schedule chaos?"

No one answered right away. Because the more they talked, the more impossible it became to ignore. The day hadn't felt busy. It had felt orchestrated. And suddenly, the interruptions, the rushed calls, and the irritated staff didn't feel like unfortunate timing anymore.

They felt deliberate.

A heavy silence settled over the room as everyone turned the pieces over in their minds, each new detail making the picture look worse.

"Now that you mention it..." Seonghwa began slowly, confusion and frustration written all over his face. His fingers paused in your hair.

"When Yn came in looking frantic, the staff seemed adamant about separating us from her."

Several heads immediately lifted. Seonghwa frowned as he replayed the memory.

"Every time one of us tried to help her, someone suddenly needed us somewhere else." His jaw tightened.

"They kept pulling us away."

Jongho nodded immediately. "So did San and I."

San let out a humorless laugh. "I practically had to shrug off a stylist just to get five minutes with her."

The memory still made his blood boil.

"She was crying. Panicking. Looking for Arin."

His voice cracked slightly at the last part.

"And they were acting like whatever they needed was more important."

Wooyoung's grip tightened around his drink.

"They basically dismissed her." The words came out sharper than intended. The room went quiet once again.

Jongho's expression darkened.

"It was so frustrating."

His gaze drifted toward your sleeping form.

"The way they kept brushing her off."

A muscle jumped in his jaw.

"She was clearly terrified."

San nodded. "And every time she asked where Arin was, they gave a different answer."

The realization made everyone sit up straighter. Hongjoong's empty chair suddenly felt far too noticeable. Because he would have caught that immediately.

Yunho frowned. "One person said Arin was with Hongjoong."

"Another said she was moved to a quieter room," Mingi added.

"And someone else said she'd been there earlier."

The room fell silent, nobody liked where this was going. Seonghwa's eyes narrowed.

"They weren't confused."

The words were quiet, dangerously quiet.

"They were stalling."

You woke slowly, a yawn escaping before you could stop it. Your body felt heavy, stiff from sleeping in the same position for hours.

For a brief, blissful second, everything felt normal. Your eyes fluttered open. You stretched. And instinctively, you opened your mouth.

"Can someone pass me Ari-"

The words died in your throat. The memory hit all at once. The panic, the crying. Your daughter was missing. The color drained from your face.

"Hi, baby."

San's voice was soft as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. You blinked back tears immediately.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, wincing as a headache began pounding behind your eyes. San sat beside you.

"Hongjoong hyung is talking with the police right now." His voice remained calm. "The others left a little while ago."

You frowned. "Left?"

"They're starting a search party. Following up on anything they can."

He reached for your hand. "I wanted to stay with you."

The guilt hit you like a truck. You sat up immediately, a little too fast. The room spun.San was on his feet just as quickly.

"Baby—"

"No." You pushed yourself upright despite the dizziness.

"We should be out there." Your voice cracked.

"I should be out there looking for her."

The desperation in your voice made San's chest ache. Because he knew exactly what was happening. You were turning the blame inward. And he hated it more than anything.

"That's what the boys are doing, baby."

His hand found yours. "I promise."

But it wasn't enough. Fresh tears gathered in your eyes.

"What kind of mother am I if I'm not out there looking for my own child?"

The words shattered him. Immediately.

"Hey."

San stepped closer. His hands gently cupped your face.

"Don't."

His voice was firmer now. Not in anger. Just desperate for you to hear him.

"Don't do that to yourself."

Your lip trembled.

"She's out there and I'm sitting here sleeping—"

"Because your body literally gave out."

The words came out sharper than intended. San took a breath, his thumbs brushed away the tears already falling.

"You collapsed from exhaustion."

His own eyes began to shine.

"You cried until you couldn't stay awake anymore."

His voice cracked.

"Do you think Arin would want her mom making herself sick?"

Another sob escaped you. San pulled you against him immediately. His arms wrapped around you tightly.

"You know what kind of mother you are?"

He rested his cheek against the top of your head.

"The kind who knew something was wrong before anyone else."

You froze.

"The kind who walked into that building and immediately noticed she wasn't there."

His grip tightened.

"The kind who memorizes every bottle, every diaper, every nap schedule."

Tears streamed down your face.

"The kind of mother who loves her daughter so much that every person in this building knows her name."

San swallowed hard.

"You are the best mother I've ever seen."

The room fell silent.

"You don't have to prove how much you love her."

His voice broke completely.

"Because nobody in this room doubts it for a second."

Your hands clenched in the back of San's shirt, his words settling somewhere deep inside your chest.

Not enough to erase the fear or the ache. But enough to let you breathe for a moment.

You snuggled closer to him, allowing yourself to lean on someone else for once. San immediately tightened his arms around you, pressing a kiss into your hair.

"Thank you," you mumbled, your voice hoarse from hours of crying.

Eventually, San guided you from the where you were at. His hand never left yours. Not for a second, fear that he too would lose you.

The hallways felt different now. Crowded and tense. Staff members spoke in hushed voices. Security guards stood at every entrance. Police officers moved between rooms carrying folders, radios, and tablets.

Your eyes immediately began searching for one person: Hongjoong. Because if anyone had answers, even the smallest ones, it would be him. The closer you got to the crowd gathered near the conference room, the worse your nerves became.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. Your palms felt clammy. Your stomach twisted. Every terrible possibility tried to force its way into your mind.

San squeezed your hand once, trying his best to reassure you.

"Hongjoong hyung should be right around the corner, baby," he whispered into your ear.

You gave a quick nod. It was the best you could manage. Because suddenly you weren't sure if you wanted answers. The fear of getting bad news, you just werent to sure how you'll be able to handle it.

The crowd parted slightly as San guided you forward. Then you saw him. Hongjoong stood at the center of the room surrounded by police officers, security personnel, and your ceo.

He looked exhausted. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it countless times. His eyes were red rimmed, the tear stains on his cheek was noticeable. But the second he spotted you, everything else disappeared. The conversation stopped, the papers in his hand lowered.

And for a moment, he simply stared. Relief flashed across his face. That you were awake and not alone. Relief that he could finally see you.

"Baby."

The word left him instantly. He was already moving before anyone could stop him. Crossing the room in seconds. The moment he reached you, his hands found your face. So careful and gentle, causing you to melt into his touch.

"You should've stayed resting," he whispered, though there wasn't a single trace of annoyance in his voice.

Only concern and love. His thumbs brushed beneath your eyes. Searching your face, checking that you were okay.

Or as okay as anyone could be.

Your lips trembled. "What did they find?"

The question was barely audible.

Hongjoong's expression immediately shifted. The room behind him seemed to hold its breath. There was finally something to tell you.

Without saying a word, Hongjoong motioned for you and San to follow him. His hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the cluster of officers, security staff, and managers.

Away from prying ears. Away from anyone who didn't need to hear this.

The corner he chose was quiet, tucked behind a row of filing cabinets and away from the constant hum of conversation. Your heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

Hongjoong looked over his shoulder once to make sure no one was listening before turning back to you. He reached for your hand immediately.

"The stylists set this up."

Your breath hitched.

"What?"

The word escaped as barely a whisper.

Hongjoong's jaw tightened.

"We don't know how many were involved yet," Hongjoong clarified quickly. "But the police finished interviewing several staff members."

San stiffened beside you.

Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair, exhaustion and anger evident in every movement. For a moment, he looked away, gathering his thoughts before continuing.

"While you were resting, we were at the main dorm."

Your stomach twisted.

Hongjoong swallowed hard.

"Arin was playing with Yeosang and Jongho." A faint smile flickered across his face at the memory before disappearing just as quickly.

"She was laughing." His voice cracked slightly.

"Trying to grab one of Jongho's fingers while Yeosang kept shaking toys in front of her."

Your chest ached because you could picture it perfectly. Arin's giggles. Her chubby hands reaching for whoever had her attention. Completely unaware of what was coming.

"Then my phone started going off."

Hongjoong's jaw tightened.

"It was the lead stylist."

His eyes darkened.

"Said our comeback outfits needed to be remeasured."

San frowned immediately. "Which doesn't make sense."

"Exactly."

Hongjoong nodded.

"At the time, none of us questioned it."

Why would they? It was normal for them. The sudden schedules changes. Wardrobe needing to be slightly adjusted.

"So we went."

The guilt that flashed across his face was immediate.

"All of us."

The words hung heavily between you.

"Mingi set up the playpen and then it was just a blur."

His expression hardened.

"Different staff. Different requests."

The realization still made him sick. "They made sure we never stopped moving."

San's jaw clenched.

"They kept us distracted."

Hongjoong nodded once.

"That's what the police think."

Your heart hammered painfully against your ribs.

"And Arin?"

The question came out shaky. Hongjoong immediately squeezed your hand.

"The last confirmed sighting was when she was in the playpen."

Your breath caught.

"After that, everyone assumed someone else had her."

The room was suffocating. No windows. No cameras. Just four walls, a flickering overhead light, and the relentless sound of a baby crying herself hoarse.

Arin's tiny face was bright red, tears soaking her cheeks as she screamed. Her little hands opened and closed helplessly, searching for someone familiar.

Searching for her parents. The sound grated on everyone's nerves.

"You were supposed to make sure Yn saw the baby before we took her!" one of the girls snapped, pacing the room.

Another scoffed.

"Well, she wasn't there, now was she?"

The first girl's scowl deepened. The entire operation had been planned around one simple assumption: Yn would be there.

The moment she wasn't, everything started falling apart.

"Will she ever shut up?" the third girl groaned. "Holy fuck."

With a frustrated sigh, she bent down and picked Arin up. The baby immediately latched onto the front of her shirt, still sobbing.

"No, no, no..." she muttered awkwardly, bouncing her slightly. "Come on."

It didn't work. If anything, Arin cried harder. The sound echoed around the room.

"Mira," the first girl hissed, spinning toward her. "The plan was so fucking simple."

Her voice rose with every word.

"Have Yn see the baby."

She pointed toward Yuna.

"Then Yuna and I take her."

Another pointed finger.

"We would've been gone by now!"

Mira's face immediately flushed red.

"Oh, yeah?" she snapped. Her patience was long gone.

"Well whose fucking fault is it that she didn't show up?"

"Not mine!"

"You were supposed to keep track of her schedule!"

"And you were supposed to keep the fathers occupied!"

The argument exploded again.

"Okay, first of all," Liz snapped, adjusting Arin on her hip as the baby continued to cry, "you were the one who decided kidnapping a fucking baby was a good idea because you got jealous when Yn and Hongjoong announced her."

Yuna's face immediately flushed red.

Whether from embarrassment or anger, nobody could tell.

"That's not—"

"No?" Liz laughed harshly. "Then what is it?"

Arin let out another wail. The sound echoed around the cramped room. Liz bounced her gently, trying to soothe her despite herself.

Yuna looked away.

"She's a fucking whore," she spat. "And for all we know, Hongjoong might not even be Arin's dad."

The room went silent. Mira stared at her. Then rolled her eyes so hard it was almost impressive. "You're so fucking stupid."

"What did you just say?"

"I said you're stupid."

Mira threw her hands into the air. "Do you even hear yourself?"

Yuna shot to her feet.

"Excuse me?"

The sudden movement startled Arin, and another loud wail filled the room.

"Jesus Christ," Liz muttered, bouncing the baby slightly. "Can you two stop yelling for five seconds?"

Neither of them listened.

Yuna's face was flushed with anger.

"Don't act so fucking innocent either."

Mira's eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"You heard me."

Yuna pointed between the two women.

"You want Mingi all to yourself, Mira."

Mira's expression immediately soured.

"And you want Yeosang, Liz."

Liz looked up sharply.

"Don't drag me into your bullshit."

Yuna laughed bitterly.

"No. Absolutely not."

Her voice rose.

"If I go down, so are you two."

The room fell silent.

Even Arin's cries seemed quieter for a moment.

Yuna let out a frustrated huff before stepping forward and taking Arin from Liz's arms. The baby immediately began fussing again, tiny fists bunching against the front of Yuna's shirt.

"We keep going with the fucking plan," Yuna snapped.

She adjusted Arin awkwardly on her hip.

"I'll handle Arin."

Mira's stomach immediately dropped.

"Yuna-"

"Keep the cops off us for an hour and I'll be right back."

The room went still. Liz and Mira exchanged a look before both turning back toward her.

"What are you doing?" Liz asked carefully.

Yuna didn't answer immediately. Instead, grabbing the diaper bag sitting near the door and slung it over her shoulder. The sight only made Mira and Liz even more nervous.

"What are you doing?" she repeated, more firmly this time.

A dangerous look crossed Yuna's face. "The original plan."

"The original plan fell apart hours ago."

"Not completely."

Mira took a step forward. "No."

Her voice was firm. "No, you're not leaving with her."

Yuna laughed. "And why not?"

"Because you're acting crazy."

The words slipped out before Mira could stop them. Yuna's expression darkened instantly. "Watch it."

"I'm serious."

Liz ripped the diaper bag from Yuna's shoulder, her patience finally snapping. A furious look crossed her face as she slammed it onto the nearby table. "I'm so fucking done."

The room went quiet. "Give me Arin back."

Yuna immediately took a step backward, clutching the baby tighter against her chest. "Fuck no."

"Yuna-"

"No." Her voice cracked with frustration. "I'm doing this with or without you two."

Mira's eyes widened. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

Yuna ignored her. Instead, adjusting Arin on her hip and turned toward the door. Panic flashed across Liz's face. Yuna reached for the handle.

"Don't do this."

Mira moved first. She lunged forward, trying to take Arin before Yuna could leave. The reaction was immediate. Yuna shoved her away.

"Fuck off!"

Mira stumbled backward into a chair, nearly falling.

"The both of you!"

Arin let out another frightened cry at the sudden movement. The sound echoed through the room, mixing with the tension that had been building for hours.

"Stop!" Liz shouted.

That's when they heard it.

Bzzzt.

Every muscle in the room locked. The buzzing came from the table. From the diaper bag. All three women stared at it, their hearts sinking as the realization hit them simultaneously.

Liz moved first. Her breathing caught in her throat as she slowly approached the bag and pulled out a phone. The screen illuminated her face.

Mira and Yuna immediately leaned forward. Then both of them went pale.

"Are you serious?" Yuna cried. "You didn't check the phone?!"

"I thought you did!" Liz snapped back.

The screen continued glowing.

"Oh my god."

Mira grabbed at her hair. "Oh my god, we're so screwed."

Liz immediately dropped the phone back into the bag as if it had burned her. Without another word, she shoved past both women and lunged for the door.

"We need to go."

The second she yanked it open, she froze. Everything stopped.

Her breath left her lungs. A line of police officers stood in the hallway.

Weapons raised. Flashlights cutting through the darkness. Behind them, more officers filled the corridor.

"Police!" one officer shouted. "Don't move!"

You nearly dropped to the floor if it wasn't for Yeosang's quick reaction. His arms wrapped around you immediately, steadying you as your knees threatened to give out beneath you.

"Easy, baby," he whispered, though his own voice was shaking.

You clung to him for only a moment before pulling away, tears already streaming freely down your face. Relief. Just, pure, overwhelming relief.

Hongjoong found your hand instantly. His grip was tight. Like he needed the physical reminder that you were both still here. Without a word, he guided you toward the front entrance of the building. The moment the doors opened, noise erupted.

Police officers, detectives, reporters being held back behind barricades.

The camera flashes, and questions being shouted from every direction. You didn't hear any of it. You actually didn't care, even if it ruined your idol image.

Your eyes were searching for one thing. One person.The person holding your daughter.

Then you saw her. The tiny outfit you'd dressed Arin in that morning. The pale yellow one with the little embroidered flowers on the collar.

Your breath caught. Your heart felt like it stopped. Then started again all at once. "There—"

The word barely left your mouth before you were moving. A broken cry escaped your lips. The woman holding Arin turned at the sound. A gentle smile spread across her face. And then your daughter saw you.

"Oh my, Arin, honey."

Your voice shattered completely. You reached her in seconds. The second Arin was placed into your arms, the world disappeared. A babble immediately left her lips. Tiny hands grabbed at your shirt. Your daughter's face buried itself into your neck as if she never wanted to let go again.

A sob ripped through your chest.

"Oh, baby." You held her impossibly close. Kissing her forehead. Her cheeks.mThe top of her head. Anywhere you could reach.

"I'm here."

More tears fell. "I'm here, sweetheart."

Arin let out another babble before nuzzling further into your neck, little fingers clutching desperately at your jacket. The familiar weight of her in your arms nearly made you collapse all over again.

She was warm. She was safe. She was home.

Hongjoong finally reached you. The moment he saw Arin clinging to you, the composure he'd been forcing all day completely crumbled. A choked sound left him. His hand came up to cup the back of Arin's head.

"Daddy's here."

His voice broke. "Daddy's here, princess."

Arin immediately turned toward him at the sound of his voice. A happy squeal escaped her. A tiny hand reaching toward him.

That was all it took. Hongjoong started crying. The kind of crying that came from relief so overwhelming it hurt. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Oh my god." His shoulders shook.

Around you, the boys finally caught up. San covered his mouth. Seonghwa wiped furiously at his eyes. Mingi openly cried. Wooyoung was already reaching for Arin's little hand. Yeosang looked like he might collapse from relief. Jongho simply lowered his head, emotion finally catching up to him. Yunho had his hands covering his mouth as his shoulder shook.

Because after hours of fear and panic. Hours of imagining the worst.

Arin was back. Right where she belonged. Safe in your arms and you'll be damned if you were to let her out your sight ever again.

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-ˏˋ⋆ bad ⋆ˊˎ- .ᐟ originally HONGJOONG'S @1:10 to 1:17 she way too fine for the room, but you know that im a real VIP member. i dont even smoke, i dont, ooh, but she rollin so classic like a cohiba cuban.

.ᐟ originally WOOYOUNG'S @1:41 to 2:46 yeah shes so used to all em flashes mona lisa

-ˏˋ⋆ mamacita ⋆ˊˎ- .ᐟ originally SEONGHWA'S @0:20 to 0:20 hey mamacita, got me excited cant wait to see, come on, come over here

.ᐟ originally MINGI'S @2:28 to 2:35 its dancing in the moon night, yeah, yeah, yeah. dancing in the party, yeah yeah yeah.

.ᐟ originally HONGJOONG'S @2:35 to 2:40 one step, two step, mami, holding both your hands, mami. after our eyes meet, mami, after a light kiss, again mami

-ˏˋ⋆ body ⋆ˊˎ- .ᐟ originally JONGHO'S @0:32 to 0:33 forget your body, yeah

.ᐟ originally HONGJOONG'S @2:28 to 2:41 back then, i shouldve just acted a little crazy, i should have held you in the morning. pretending to be cool out of pointless pride, i was so immature back then. no one can erase you from me, even if i pretend otherwise. even if i fill another night with someone else. the marks you left behind only become clearer and clearer.

-ˏˋ⋆ fallin' ⋆ˊˎ- .ᐟ originally HONGJOONG'S @0:38 to 0:45 you put that pressure on me, my mind is overflowing with serotonin. as long as youre here, this night is deep for me, no exit, we're too obsessed in here.

.ᐟ originally YUNHO'S @1:24 to 1:28 its you that got me paralyzed

.ᐟ originally YUNHO'S @3:00 to 3:07 you come to mind, you spread through my body, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

-ˏˋ⋆ toxin ⋆ˊˎ- .ᐟ originally MINGI'S @1:19 to 1:28 you coax me as naturally as breathing, your movements are like a killers. the way you always treat me like a villain playfully tearing me down. my heart soars high, then sweeps the bottom again. with a single touch from you, im wound up again like a spring and fall under your spell.

.ᐟ originally SAN'S @2:27 to 2:31 tell me that you taste the rush, i know you feel it just like me

ATINY absolutely lost it when your concept photos dropped. Once again, you were completely solo for the unit pictures, which caught everyone off guard. They had been convinced you'd at least be paired with Hongjoong, considering the two of you were publicly dating, but KQ clearly had other plans.

When the first MV teaser was released, theories exploded across social media. Everyone was convinced your character was going to crash the wedding, and "villain Y/N" became the running theory. Of course, still ATINY cheering that Chase Infiniti had got her moment as a ATINY fan.

Then the second teaser dropped. The brief scene of you glaring with Yeosang had the internet spiraling all over again. Suddenly, timelines were flooded with jokes and theories that maybe you weren't jealous of the bride, you were jealous over the groom. Theorytiny was working overtime trying to connect nonexistent dots.

Then the full music video premiered. The moment it was revealed that the mysterious man was actually you, the entire fandom collectively lost their minds. The confident smirk on your face instantly became everyone's newest reaction GIF, profile picture, and wallpaper.

Then came the chore scene. For a split second, fans caught sight of your outfit in the background,a fitted white top that showed just enough to send the internet into complete chaos. Timelines filled with keyboard smashes and all-caps tweets as people desperately tried not to get bias wrecked. (Spoiler alert: it didn't work.)

Half the fandom suddenly had a new bias.

When your verse finally arrived, everyone soaked up every second of your screen time. (even if it barely lasted twenty seconds) The oversized outfit suited you perfectly, effortlessly cool while still making you stand out. ATINY knew how often you'd get less lines and screen time, so seeing KQ actually give you a memorable moment made everyone ridiculously happy.

But absolutely nothing prepared ATINY for your choreography with Wooyoung. As he sang his second line during the bridge, his hands settled on your hips before pulling you flush against him. The two of you rolled together in perfect sync, the choreography undeniably intimate. Within seconds, Wooyn stans were celebrating like they'd won the lottery while everyone else questioned everything they thought they knew.

Then came the dance break.

Instead of Seonghwa opening the door, it was you. Dressed in a stunning red and cream outfit that fit you perfectly, you stepped through the doorway before taking center position. It wasn't a long moment, but seeing you lead the dance break had fans cheering louder than ever. By the time the music video ended, ATINY had exactly three conclusions:

You were secretly one of the villains (according to Theorytiny). You and Wooyoung were definitely dating instead of Hongjoong (according to Wooyn stans).

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