The fan meet is electric. The cheers are deafening, the lights bright, and the energy sky-high.

Chaewon laughs as she’s handed bouquet after bouquet. Yunjin poses with a banner made entirely of tiny LED hearts. Kazuha receives a plushie almost her size. Even Eunchae is swarmed with handwritten letters and pink confetti cannons from her fans.

And then there's you.

Standing on the same stage, smiling just the same — but the applause always seems to die down when it’s your turn. No one rushes forward. No one calls your name. A few polite claps echo, almost like afterthoughts.

You keep smiling. Of course you do. The cameras are rolling, and your members are glowing beside them.

But behind the practiced grin, a quiet ache grows louder. Because being part of LE SSERAFIM was supposed to mean belonging — not standing alone in front of a crowd that refuses to see you.