Four golden names glowed on the screen. Mine was third.
The hall erupted with cheering. Someone shouted Yuhyun's name. Applause rolled through the space, loud enough to drown out whatever Sejin was saying to Woobin.
Yuhyun turned toward me, his shoulders dropping with relief. His expression changed when he saw my face.
I wasn't celebrating.
Harin stood beside me, hands clasped behind his back. He'd finished fifth. One place away.
I wanted to tell him he'd sung beautifully, that he'd helped hold our team together, that he deserved to be standing among the finalists.
None of it would change the results.
Behind us, Seungho, Jaehyuk, and Sunwoo remained silent. The cameras swept across the stage, recording every smile and every disappointed face. I wondered what mine looked like.
PD Kwon stepped forward.
