(Jeff POV — The Calm Before the Disaster)
If the girls' side was probably filled with emotional vulnerability, healing energy, and suspiciously coordinated humming…
Our side was the complete opposite.
We stood in Vince Kho's music lounge — a space that clearly existed for aesthetic intimidation rather than functionality — staring at the grand piano like it had personally wronged us.
Andy already leaned casually against a speaker, scrolling his phone, perfectly at ease because of course the teen idol would be fine performing for rich neighbours who probably helped fund his first billboard.
Anthony sat on the arm of a sofa, expression polite but detached, like he'd rather be anywhere else but still loved us enough not to abandon the sinking ship.
Steven Sy stood slightly away from the rest of us, hands in pockets, posture straight, face calm — but his eyes very clearly said:
I regret every life choice that led me here.
And Vince?
Vince looked like he was preparing for war.
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