As dinner wound down, people got progressively drunker.
Stories flowed. Funny moments. Embarrassing incidents. Things that were only funny in retrospect.
A junior stylist—young guy, maybe twenty-three—stood up. Swaying slightly.
"You know what we should do?" His words slurred together.
"Sit down?" someone suggested.
"No! Listen! We should do a reality show!"
Laughter rippled through the room.
"Hear me out! Show fans the real LUMEN! Prove they're not monsters!"
More laughter. But Manager Park wasn't laughing.
He was listening. Intensely.
"Say that again," he said.
The stylist blinked. "Uh. A reality show?"
"Keep going."
"I mean—" The guy straightened. Tried to sound coherent. "People think idols are either perfect or terrible. What if we showed them the real you guys? Just being normal? Cooking. Cleaning. Hanging out. No scripts. No fake stuff."
The table went quiet.
Manager Park pulled out his phone. Started typing.
"That's actually brilliant," he muttered.
