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~ℓσυ∂ єиσυgн fσя тωσ~ [𝔼𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤] 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍♡ꔣ Cortis had always been five members—until Adam. From the first day he joined as the “sixth member,” the dorm had never been quiet again. Juhoon liked quiet. He liked soft music in his headphones, liked sitting by the window during practice breaks, liked when conversations were calm and didnt overlap. He didnt argue. He didnt raise his voice. If something bothered him, he swallowed it and moved on. Adam, on the other hand, seemed personally offended by Juhoon’s existence. “Why do you always stand there like that?” Adam snapped one afternoon during choreography practice. Juhoon blinked. “Like… standing?” “Yes. Like youre judging us.” “Im not.” “You look like you are.” The other members—Martin, James, Keonho, and Seonghyeon—exchanged tired looks. “Its been ten minutes,” Keonho muttered. “A new record.” Adam argued about everything. The way Juhoon folded his hoodie. The way he sang his lines—“too soft.” The way he ate cereal—“too slow.” Even the way he breathed during recording—“too loud.” Juhoon never fought back. He would just tilt his head slightly and say, “Okay,” in that infuriatingly calm voice. That somehow made Adam angrier.