A few days before Christmas, the air in the apartment complex was thick with the kind of anticipation that made every hour feel charged. Mirae and Jina's single had shot up the charts, climbing stubbornly higher, now perched in the coveted top five. The group chat was a cascade of celebratory memes and screenshots, staffers from LUNE popping in with updated streaming numbers and fan tributes from all over Korea and beyond.
Yura was already fully moved in, her new home a minimalist haven of soft fabrics and glowing lamps, the telltale touches of Lumina's luxury everywhere. She sat curled on the sofa in a loose sweater and lounge pants, hands cupped around a mug of roasted grain tea, her second month of pregnancy just starting to soften the sharpness of her cheekbones. Across from her, Ha-eun lounged in her usual understated opulence—hair swept up, nails lacquered, legs crossed and posture somehow both regal and lazy.
