Jisoo was immediately there. Wrapping her in a hug. "Pretty noona, no. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I feel like I'm ruining everything though. Your comeback should be about your music and now it's about... me. My mess. I just want this to be over."
Her voice broke on that last part.
"Stop," Haejin said firmly, pulling her into his chest. "None of this is your fault. You know that, right?"
"It feels like it is."
"But it's not." Minjae's hand on her shoulder. Warm. Grounding. "You're being attacked by someone with resources and malicious intent. Someone who's done this before. That's not on you."
"Hyung's right," Jisoo said, still hugging her. "You're the victim here, pretty noona. Not the problem."
She sobbed into Haejin's chest. The members surrounded her. Supportive. Worried. Genuinely concerned.
Haejin felt her squeeze his hand—not three times. Just once. Tight. Desperate.
