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Your Idol: SAILORS EDITS

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

masterlist

word count: 3.5k

series summary: in which a struggling girl group was suddenly brought into light when their debut came out of nowhere. everyone thought SIREN5 was just hype; a chaotic rookie group with a pretty concept and no substance. even KATSEYE wasn’t expecting much when they were assigned to mentor them before debut. but the moment the music hit, everything changed.

episode summary: in classic fandom shenanigans - no actually, scratch that, this episode is a compilation of all the moments fans have gathered almost obsessively, like detectives on a personal cold case. the way they obsess over syrela (are we vibin' with the shipname?) leaves the members no choice but to sloppily clean up after their mess.

authors note: sailors 🤝 eyekons. they're scary. also, you can see the moment I gave up on formatting this lol hehe. have this to satiate your thirst for a moment...this is also an apology for the angst...

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

tag(s): fluff, suggestive content, nsfw, mdni (pls i beg), idol!reader being a loser trapped in a hot body, masc reader, reader having she/her pronouns, rough transitions, shitty characterization, messy, sex jokes, the author doesn't know how the music industry works, daniela walking reader like a dog, reader being a pushover...kinda

🎥 "syre and daniela are never beating the dating allegations" 🕵️‍♀️🖤🩵✨ [fan compilation | 13 minutes | 1080p HD] description: “siri play goodluck babe by chapell roan.”

📸 [Grainy fancam footage, Feb 2025]

[The girls arriving at the rehearsal building. Staff usually opens the van door, but this time, a fan catches the door already ajar. The video shakes, zooms hard as the last girl climbs in; just before the door closes, the camera catches SYRE’s profile, hoodie up, hand stretched across the console… leaning over from the driver’s seat to buckle Daniela’s seatbelt, Daniela's hand was on her thigh.]

[Screen Overlay: “NO STAFF? SYRE DROVE?? AND BUCKLED HER IN?????? HER HAND WAS ON HER THIGH?????????”

“SHE WAS DRIVING THEM. The idol… The mystery heartthrob…. Was driving them personally…”

“This level of devotion is insanity🧍‍♀️”]

🎬 [Cut Scene from SIREN5 X KATSEYE rehearsal vlog, Episode 2 (leaked)]

[There’s a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment. Everyone’s resting. Daniela’s scrolling her phone, jacket slipping off one shoulder. Without saying anything, SYRE walks past her, gently tugs the jacket back over her arm, adjusts it, and keeps walking like nothing happened. Daniela doesn’t even look up, but she smiles faintly.]

[Screen Overlay: “You can’t fake that muscle memory 😭”]

📸 [Instagram Story reposted by Lara from KATSEYE (since deleted)]

[A casual mirror selfie in a practice room, but eagle-eyed fans spot two figures in the background. SYRE is sitting on the floor with Daniela’s entire makeup pouch, shoes, and water bottle next to her. She’s holding Dani’s tangled necklaces and carefully trying to undo a knot.]

[Screen Overlay: “Why is she always holding all of Dani’s stuff 😭😭😭”

“Did SYRE debut or become Daniela’s unpaid manager 😭”]

📷 [Blurry airport photo, March 2025]

[SYRE walking behind the rest of the girls, juggling two duffel bags. One clearly hers. The other has Daniela’s name tag. A fan captures her expression: tired, lips parted slightly, eyes scanning ahead to make sure Dani’s walking safely with the others.]

[Screen Overlay: “If that's not love idk what is”

“The way she looks like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.”

“So we’re just watching SYRE lose her mind slowly while Daniela acts like she didn’t start all of this 💀”]

🎬 [Unreleased cut from the mukbang vlog (leaked)]

[Daniela says something off-camera, calling Sophia “my soul sister.” Everyone laughs. In the background, SYRE moves behind her to reach over to Sophia’s side of the table for a sauce packet. As she does, her hand finds Daniela’s waist for balance. Not a grab. Not a flirt. Just… a gentle, casual touch. She doesn't even seem to notice. But the grip lingers a little too long. Daniela, mid-bite, leans back into the touch like it's second nature. Manon stares at the camera like she’s in The Office, wide eyed and lips slightly parted.]

[Amara definitely sees it. She coughs loudly, drops her spoon, and directs the conversation as Cami and Megan move slightly to distract the camera. SYRE disappears with the sauce without saying a word.]

[Screen Overlay: “SYRE HELD HER WAIST AND DANIELA LEANED INTO IT??? what do you MEAN that’s not love”

“the fact that amara covered it up… bestie we saw everything.”

“they’re not subtle anymore and i’m living for it.”

“manon 😭”]

🎬 [Unreleased cut from the mukbang vlog (leaked)]

[From that very same mukbang vlog, the SIREN5 girls are chaotically mingling with the KATSEYE girls while Daniela and SYRE are off to the side. SYRE was nodding at something Yoonchae was saying, putting all her attention on the youngest in the room. Daniela taps her arm before holding a fork full of noodles. SYRE turns and frowns, she shakes her head no but Daniela gives her a look, her eyebrows twitch slightly in annoyance and SYRE immediately opens her mouth for Daniela to feed her.

Daniela: “Swallow it.”

SYRE wasn't even finished chewing the noodles when she swallowed it]

[Screen Overlay: “Oh no, she's so down bad, she didn't even finish chewing her food before swallowing because Dani said so 🖐😵”]

📸 [Photo from Rina’s IG post (March)]

[The third pic seems random: SYRE sitting on the floor next to a pile of bags, sipping coffee. But one zoomed-in fan spot later, you realize all the bags beside her are labeled with Daniela’s initials.]

[Screen Overlay: “She’s guarding Dani’s things while the others change. She’s not even in this shoot 💀💔”]

🎥 [Fansite video, a random sighting:]

[The girls are ushered through the crowd. In the chaos, Daniela nearly trips. SYRE, behind her, instinctively places both hands on her waist to steady her; then lets go like she didn’t realize. But fans catch it. So does Sophia, who glances at the camera and subtly steps between them, taking SYRE’s hand as Daniela raises a brow in question.]

[Screen Overlay: “SYRE looked like she was about to catch feelings and Daniela didn’t even blink 😭”

“Sophia’s the real MVP trying to censor this WLW drama in real time”]

📸 [Instagram Story Screenshot: Megan’s Story, tagged at a café]

[Fans screen-record Megan’s story meant to show off her latte art. But there it is. In the background. A blurry mirror behind her shoulder catches Daniela sitting across from a girl with black hair, leaning forward with a hand partially covering her mouth as she laughs. Fans enhanced the contrast. It’s Syre.]

[Screen Overlay: “they really thought a grainy mirror reflection wouldn’t expose them 😭”]

📷 [Rina’s Selfie Dump on Instagram: “March Photo Dump 💋🌷💫”]

[Slide 3 shows Rina and Cami making heart fingers in front of a mirror in the dressing room. In the bottom right corner, barely visible, is a cropped reflection of Syre pressed against a wall with Daniela in front of her, her head tilted like she’s teasing her. Fans zoom in. Brighten. Rotate.]

[Screen Overlay: “What's happening here??? Explain yourselves!!”]

🎬 [SIREN5 Debut Vlog Episode 2: Timestamp 17:47]

[Background moment while Cami’s showing her fit for the day. Behind her, SYRE appears in the mirror reflection walking past with Daniela's purse, coat, and an iced americano in each hand. Her own stuff is nowhere in sight. Daniela’s nowhere nearby. Cami's eyes widen slightly but doesn’t even acknowledge it.]

[Screen Overlay: “the way she carries everything like a golden retriever boyfriend 😭”

“this girl is holding on to delusion and a Prada bag”]

🎥 [Manon's Instagram Story (Deleted After 12 Minutes)]

[A video of the girls pre-performance, scattered around a waiting room. The camera pans briefly to the side, showing Daniela adjusting her in-ears. SYRE is crouched beside her, carefully retying Daniela's bootlaces. Someone yells “SYRE WHAT ARE YOU DOING” in the background. She jumps and nearly falls. Manon snorts and turns the camera away, but fans got the screenrecord.]

[Screen Overlay: “the way she immediately looked like a kid caught stealing cookies”

“girl you’re kneeling. HELLO???”]

🎥 [Fancam From Behind-the-Scenes of a Music Show]

[It was blurry but clear enough: Daniela walking ahead with Megan and Lara. Behind her? SYRE, masked, hoodie over her cap, holding two iced coffees, three mic packs, and Dani’s bag slung over one shoulder. SYRE hands Sophia her own mic pack when they bump into each other. The moment Daniela turns to look over her shoulder, SYRE automatically holds out the coffee she’s been carrying without being asked. Daniela grabs it without thinking, already chatting with Yoonchae. No thank you. No acknowledgment. Just muscle memory.]

🎥 [Instagram story from KATSEYE’s stylist]

[Quick clip of the girls wrapping a shoot. Everyone’s hugging the staff goodbye, joking around. In the corner, almost cropped out, SYRE kneels down to unstrap Daniela’s heavy stage heels. Dani’s hand is on SYRE’s shoulder to keep balance. She’s laughing at something Megan says, totally unaware. SYRE? quiet, focused, brushing her fingers under the strap like she’s done it before.]

🎥 [Fancam - LAX, June]

[At first glance, it’s a chaotic arrival. SIREN5 and KATSEYE are swarmed by the press. But if you look closely, SYRE has a hand around Amara’s shoulder guiding her, but what she’s also doing is shielding Daniela’s face from the flashes. All while carrying Dani’s purse and her jacket.]

[Screen Overlay: “why is SYRE carrying three handbags, a guitar case, and a Starbucks tray??”

“Where does SYRE even get the time to be with Daniela???”

“Daniela only has her phone in hand. SYRE’s carrying everything else like she’s her assistant gf.”

“Her hand didn’t even move when Dani dropped her sunglasses, SYRE just bent down and picked them up in stride.”

“And you’re telling me she’s not down BAD? She did this twice now”]

📸 [Sophia’s Close Friends Instagram Story (deleted almost immediately)]

[a mirror selfie chaos moment of the group getting ready for an event. It’s Sophia and Lara posing in the foreground, but way in the back, Daniela’s seated and SYRE is kneeling by her legs again, adjusting the strap on Dani’s heels again.]

[Screen Overlay: “WHY is SYRE tying her shoe like they’re married???”

“Also Sophia you’re NOT slick for only keeping this up 20 seconds.”

“It’s the way Dani doesn’t even ask, she just lifts her leg and SYRE is already down there like 💍🧎‍♀️”]

🎥 [Screen Recorded: Lara's Solo Weverse Live]

[A viewer records this frame and shares it. Lara’s talking. The background? SYRE walks past holding a stack of jackets, water bottles, and a clutch. Daniela trails behind her, hands free.]

[Screen Overlay: “I know Dani’s not carrying a single thing. Not even a lip balm.”

“SYRE got her whole wardrobe and is still acting like it’s light.”

“This girl is in her Victorian butch era I SWEAR.”

“How many times is SYRE going to be spotted carrying Dani's stuff?????”

“They're so obvious omfg.”]

📸 [Behind-the-Scenes: SIREN5 Styling Room]

[Group photo of SYRE in a tank top with Dani’s hair clips clipped onto her shirt like a pin cushion. Apparently Daniela asked her to “hold them” and forgot. SYRE kept them on like a badge of honor.]

🎥 [Fancam Footage from Incheon Airport]

[SYRE is trailing behind Daniela, arms full, holding not just her own luggage but Daniela’s tote bag, carry-on, and oversized coat. The other girls walk freely, giggling. Someone slows down the clip, circling how Daniela casually hands SYRE her water bottle without breaking eye contact or conversation, and SYRE just takes it without hesitation.]

[Screen Overlay: “Be honest… SYRE’s her personal assistant at this point.”

“No but the way Daniela doesn’t even ask. She just… gives. And SYRE takes.”

“HOW MANY TIMES SYRE”]

🎬 [Behind-The-Scenes Vlog Clip (edited out but leaked)]

[The other members are scattered, tired. Daniela’s slumped on the floor dramatically. SYRE appears behind her with a bottle of Pocari Sweat, a blurred snack and a rolled towel. Daniela just opens her mouth wordlessly and SYRE feeds her like it’s muscle memory.]

[Screen Overlay: “Daniela's walking her like a dog 🖐😭”]

📸 [Group selfie posted by Sophia on Instagram]

[Everyone’s smiling, makeup done but SYRE is crouched in front of Daniela, fixing a loose thread on the hem of her top. It’s blurry, barely visible in the mirror behind them. Daniela’s hand rests loosely on SYRE’s shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles.]

[Screen Overlay: “someone SEDATE me.”

“do they know it's legal now”

“WHAT KIND OF INTIMACY IS THIS?!”]

🎥 [Rina’s Tiktok Vlog (deleted after 7 minutes)]

[Fast-paced day in the life, music blasting. Daniela says: “Guys, where’s my phone?” SYRE, mid-convo with Cami, turns around, grabs Dani’s phone from the floor, and hands it to her without a word. The edit rewinds it in slow-mo three times.]

[Screen Overlay: “they're wives your honor”]

🎬 [Clip from SIREN5 Vlog Episode 2]

[SYRE’s mic pack falls mid-practice. Before she even reacts, Daniela, who’s just sitting by the mirror scrolling through her phone, walks over, crouches behind her, and fixes it swiftly.]

[Subtitles read: Daniela: “You didn’t even notice this fell off.” SYRE (laughing nervously): “Sorry, sorry…” Daniela: “Tch. You need a handler or something.” (woof)]

[Edit slows down the moment when Daniela brushes stray hair from SYRE’s face before walking away.]

🎥 [Grainy Fancam at an Unspecified Airport]

[SYRE’s standing alone, flustered. The rest of the girls are chatting behind her. Daniela appears beside her without saying a word and hands her a strawberry-flavored energy drink. SYRE freezes, mumbles a thank you.

Daniela shrugs: “You looked like you needed it.”

She walks off before the camera catches SYRE softly smiling like an idiot]

📸 [Fanphoto of Daniela holding an umbrella over SYRE during a shoot. Posted on Twitter]

[The staff were mid-rigging, and the sun was blazing. Daniela’s the only member holding an umbrella… but it’s not for her???)

[Caption: “She literally said ‘I’m just taller’ and stood there shielding SYRE for 20 minutes.”]

📹 [Unreleased Camera Angle from the Mukbang Episode]

[Daniela casually scoops food onto SYRE’s plate multiple times during the meal. One fan zoomed in and counted six times.]

[Timestamps compiled in the comments:

3:32: puts kimbap on SYRE’s plate

5:17: picks out bone from SYRE’s chicken

7:46: hands napkin before SYRE even reaches for one

9:02: opens soda bottle just before SYRE tries to]

[Screen Overlay: “lol who's the masc again?”

“not dani opening that bottle with her long nails”]

📱 [TikTok edit of livestream footage from KATSEYE’s dorm visit]

[SYRE jokes about her phone dying. Off-camera, Daniela’s voice rings out:

Daniela: “I brought your charger.” SYRE: “Huh? Wait. How’d you-” Daniela (grinning): “I just know your habits. Don’t overthink it.”]

[Screen Overlay: “sure dani, memorizing habits is friendly behavior “]

📸 [Sophia's Instagram Story (curing myself of the sophia drought)]

[It’s a video of Sophia doing a mirror selfie with Megan and Lara posing behind her. Daniela’s blurry reflection can be seen hooking her arm around SYRE's waist, her thumb under her hoodie as she pulls her closer. SYRE looks startled, then smiles that shy, boyish one that makes fans lose their minds, before she’s cropped out as Sophia adjusts the camera angle.] [Screen Overlay: “latina mami literally grabbed her lol]

📱 [Cami's Instagram Photo Dump: ‘‘Practice Room Dump 🐍💙’’]

[In the 6th slide, a blurry background mirror shot where Daniela is holding on to SYRE’s head, her fingers were slightly curled into her hair while SYRE’s tying her shoelaces for her, again. SYRE is very obviously holding all of Daniela’s accessories in her lap: sunglasses, phone, beanie, hair clip.] [Screen Overlay: “Why is SYRE her personal assistant in every shot 😭”

“AGAIN?!?!!! SYRE STAND UP BRUTHA” “Daniela: ‘We're just friends’ / Also Daniela: hands SYRE her entire personality to hold”]

📷 [Lara's IG Story (Deleted almost immediately)]

[Post-dance practice selfie…or so it seems. Lara’s doing a peace sign in the foreground, but behind her, fans spotted Daniela absentmindedly fixing SYRE’s hair while SYRE just stares up at her.]

🎥 [SIREN5’s Behind-The-Scenes Vlog] [Cami is vlogging while eating chips on a couch with Amara. In the blurry background, SYRE is seated on the floor while playing on her Nintendo DS. Daniela walks in, drops her jacket and tote on SYRE’s lap with a casual “Thanks, babe,” and walks away. SYRE just picks it all up without question.]

[Screen Overlay: “Why does this happen in like every single video 💀”

“SYRE is always holding her things like it’s her divine duty 😭”]

📱[Amara’s Weverse Livestream ft. Rina. Screen Recorded by a Fan]

[During a casual livestream hosted by Rina and Amara, the live glitches for a second. When it comes back, fans swear they saw SYRE and Daniela in the background. Daniela perched on the edge of SYRE’s bed while SYRE sat on the floor, leaning her head against Daniela’s knee as Daniela absentmindedly scratched her hair. The chat explodes, and the camera is immediately readjusted.]

[Screen Overlay: “Rina’s face when it came back on 😭 she panicked”]

🎥 [Sophia’s Vlog: “Behind the Scenes of Our Vocal Day!”]

[The camera focuses on Sophia vocalizing to Disney, but blurred in the mirror behind her, SYRE is massaging Daniela’s shoulders as Daniela hums into her phone. When she turns to look up at SYRE, her expression softens.]

[Screen Overlay: “The way Daniela looks at her. That is not platonic. That’s ‘I know you’d do anything for me’ energy.”]

🎥 Cami’s “Get Ready With Me” Livestream

[Cami’s curling her hair and chatting when SYRE’s voice is heard faintly in the background:

SYRE: “Dani, where’s your charger?” DANIELA (off-cam): “Why would I know? You're the one who keeps stealing my stuff.” SYRE (laughing): “It’s literally your charger, why would I-?” DANIELA (off-cam): “Can you plug it in for me?” SYRE sighs dramatically and goes quiet.]

[Cami looks directly at the camera, mouthing “This is every day. SYRE playing wife. And liking it.”]

[Cami never had a solo livestream for months after that.]

🎬 [KATSEYE TikTok – Dance Challenge Draft (never uploaded)]

[A leaked behind-the-scenes clip of a challenge Sophia filmed but never posted.]

[Daniela is practicing next to SYRE, both out of frame during the focus shot on Sophia. At one point, Daniela slips on a spin. SYRE immediately steadies her with one arm around her waist, but instead of letting go, Daniela leans in, hand over SYRE’s heart, murmuring something.]

[SYRE visibly stiffens. Her breath hitches.]

[The clip ends with Sophia yelling "Cut! Not again!" while Lara and Manon hysterically laughs off-screen.]

🎥 [Hana and Megan's Joint Live: Answering Fan Questions]

[During a dual livestream, the camera angle slightly tilts as Megan laughs too hard at a fan comment. For a split second, in the mirror behind them, Daniela is seen reaching over SYRE’s shoulder to adjust the collar of her jacket. SYRE doesn’t even flinch. She just holds still.]

[Then Hana moves her chair back slightly, blocking the reflection.

Hana: “Ah, sorry, didn’t realize I was off center!”]

(She was dead center. Everyone knows it.)

[Screen Overlay: “THE COLLAR. THE COLLAR. THE INTIMACY.”

“Hana said ✨move along✨ nothing to see here”]

🎬[Unreleased Footage – “Midnight Game Night”]

[SYRE is standing behind Daniela, watching Amara and Megan argue over UNO. Without thinking, Daniela reaches behind and holds onto SYRE’s hoodie strings, twirling them idly in her fingers.]

[SYRE goes completely still. Sophia coughs loudly and throws a pillow at them. Sophia: “Hey lovebirds, focus on the game!”

Daniela lets go immediately, laughing.

Daniela: “Chill! We’re just standing here!”]

[SYRE’s ears turn red.]

[Screen Overlay: “She was playing with her hoodie. That's forehead kiss level intimacy.”

“Sophia trying to cover but only made it worse 😭”]

🎬 [Lara's Sponsored Vlog:“Get Ready with Lara!”(since re-edited)]

[Lara’s doing her skincare routine, giving product recommendations to the camera, when behind her, through the foggy mirror, SYRE is seen gently zipping up Daniela’s jacket. Daniela’s arms are out, expression soft, hair slightly damp from the shower.]

[Lara steps back just enough to block the view.]

[Screen Overlay: “did lara strategically block the camera or am i just insane??”]

📸 [Cami’s Instagram Story]

[Cami posts a selfie video answering fan questions in the SIREN5 dorm. About 17 seconds in, a muffled voice in the background says]

[“You should stop calling me that if you don’t mean it.” Then laughter. Then silence.]

[Cami immediately panics, fumbles her phone, and switches to a pre-recorded clip of Amara showing off her nail art.]

[Later, Hana comments on a fan repost:

“I have no idea what that was. Anyway Stream Your Idol 🌊🩵”

Lies. Sailors wonder what happened to Cami.]

📸 [Megan’s Instagram Photo Dump (Deleted)]

[Megan posts a set of chaotic rehearsal pics. Fans focus on slide #4: a mirror photo where SYRE is clearly doing push-ups and Daniela is sitting on her back, grinning.]

[Caption reads: “Don’t ask. We don’t know either.”]

[Screen Overlay: “megan please we know you know. stop gaslighting us.”]

🎬 [Weverse Livestream: “Beautiful Chaos UNO Night Rematch”]

[Daniela and SYRE are seated next to each other, knees touching. SYRE wins a round and Daniela, without hesitation, presses a kiss to her shoulder.]

[Chaos. Yoonchae immediately yells “CONGRATS BESTIE!!!” and throws a pillow at the camera to cover the moment.]

[Screen Overlay: “Yoonchae said ‘we distract now’ 😭”

“yoonchae trying to smother the evidence like it’s a fire”

“yoonchip being the 2 groups’ pr manager 😭]

🎥 [FAN EDIT: Spliced together from various vlog clips, fancams and press footage.]

Daniela adjusting Syre’s mic, and Syre blinking up at her for a beat too long.

Daniela laughing with Lara, and Syre in the background, smiling softly, eyes flicking down as if to check herself.

A behind-the-scenes clip where Daniela is off-screen singing a riff, and Syre bites her lip in a failed attempt not to grin.

Syre adjusting daniela’s mic for her before a stage.

Syre holding an umbrella over both of them, despite being the shorter one, because staff only gave her one.

Syre quietly pulling Daniela away from the crowd when things got overwhelming.

Daniela laughing as Syre opens her protein bar mid-practice and hands it to her wordlessly.

Daniela holding Syre's hand after a fan meet, The rest of the members block the cameras the best they can.

Daniela excitedly running to a fan who's reaching out with a SYRE photocard.

SYRE smirking while she reaches into the crowd while performing to get a Daniela photocard. Fans spot the same photocard behind her phone case.

SYRE sighted in public holding 2 big bags of food from a Spanish restaurant.

Sophia back hugging SYRE, her arms around the younger girl's waist with Daniela pouting in the same frame. The next minute, Manon hugs her but she continues pouting.

Daniela is spotted with a Mario-themed hoodie. She says it's Megan's but SYRE is caught wearing that same hoodie a few weeks later.

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laundroodls · 2 days ago

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Your Idol: SIREN5 LIVES

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

masterlist

word count: 2.3k

episode summary: in classic leader fashion, SIREN5’s Hana delivered a perfectly balanced live filled with chaos control, quiet roasts, and unexpected tenderness. from calling out snack thieves and shrine-makers to lovingly scolding the Sailors (as only Hana can), her dry wit had the comments section in shambles. calm, composed, and quietly protective, Hana reminded everyone why she’s the backbone of the group, all before getting dragged offscreen for movie night.

authors note: leader hana is scary.

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

[WEVERSE LIVE: HANA ⛈️ — "First Solo Live"]

🕐 Live Duration: 00:06

👤 Viewers: 729,437 and rising

📍Location: SIREN5 Mansion - Hana’s Room

💬 Pinned Comment: [HANA ⛈️] "We need to talk, Sailors."

[The live starts in low lighting, a clean, minimalist bedroom backdrop, all cream and navy hues. Hana sits at her desk in an oversized gray hoodie, hair pinned back in a loose clip. Her hands rest in her lap, a cup of tea steaming nearby. Her face is calm but serious. Her brows knit together ever so slightly. She lifts her head and looks directly into the camera.]

💬 sailorsiren: “MOMMY IS HERE” 💬 vocaltechstan: “voice like honey, face like a blade” 💬 yujinsbreadoven: “tell us what happened, unnie 😭” 💬 mcrmy_siren5: “mom pls ground the fans that rushed you”

Hana (sipping her tea): “Hi everyone. It's Hana.”

Hana: “I wasn’t originally scheduled to go live tonight… but I felt it was important.”

[She pauses, placing her mug down and blinks as if she’s contemplating what to say]

Hana: “So let’s talk.”

[The chat explodes instantly]

💬 seojinisscary: “i got chills already and she hasn’t even said anything” 💬 HANASEESTHIS: “if she cries i cry” 💬 goodnightsailors: “what’s the tea hana😭 “ 💬 teatea: “MOMAGER WENT LIVE EVERYONE SIT UP STRAIGHT” 💬 siren5saveslives: “she’s about to end us with a paragraph” 💬 justspillunicorn: “i feel like i’m getting both comforted and scolded 😭” 💬 latteandlogic: “sip your tea but also spill it 👀☕️”

[She takes a breath and offers a small, polite nod.]

Hana: “I wanted to speak to you all… before anything else. What happened earlier at the event was dangerous. For us, for our staff, and for you. When safety lines are crossed like that, when barriers physically collapse and there’s panic, it doesn’t matter how kind your intentions were. People could have been hurt. And while we understand excitement, and we’re grateful for the love, there are lines that can’t be crossed. Some of the girls were shaken up. Especially Yoonchae. She’s 17. She doesn’t need to be crowd-surfing in a parking lot just to get to a van.”

💬 sailorsiren: “she really said what needed to be said” 💬 yunababie: “protect yoonchae at all cost 🥺“ 💬 officialapologizing: “dragging us but like… lovingly??” 💬 haechanskeys: “crowd-surfing a MINOR??? the audacity omg” 💬 sirensupremacy: “yoonchae’s too sweet for this world 😭” 💬 stagemanagercore: “she said safety > stan moments and i agree” 💬 thisisnotkpop: “i hope the fans who caused that are embarrassed” 💬 sailorinremorse: “hana’s tone is so soft but it HITS” 💬 wearetherealchaos: “never messing with hana’s children ever again 🙏”

[She pauses again, taking a deep breath before looking straight at the camera]

Hana: “We are grateful for your support. Always. But this is a boundary. These are people I care about. People I protect. Not props for content. Not set pieces for photos. You are not entitled to take more than necessary, to take more than what’s given."

💬 yourlocalsyresimp: “QUOTE OF THE CENTURY” 💬 pinklattesiren: “can we frame this?? like. for real” 💬 tokkiisiren5: “i love her so much it hurts” 💬 lighthouse_sinner: “she’s so calm but i feel every word” 💬 boundariesqueen: “not props for content. say it again pls” 💬 hana4president: “i want this tattooed on my forehead” 💬 laraactivist: “this is how you address things with grace AND fire”

[She leans in slightly, voice quieter and firmer]

Hana: "I won’t hesitate to cancel appearances if safety isn’t guaranteed; ours and yours. Idol culture doesn’t excuse danger. SIREN5 and KATSEYE are more than performers. We’re people. And when a crowd becomes a mob, our safety is put on the line. I’m thankful to our team, our staff, and to SYRE and ‘Mara especially, for reacting the way they did. They put themselves between the girls and the chaos without thinking twice. I want to say thank you to Sophia as well for helping me keep the others distracted after, even when she was shaken too."

💬 danisyreagenda: “Daniela is too quiet rn and it’s sus” 💬 fluffydisasterunit: “SYRE IS INSANE 😭” 💬 chaosunapproved: “this is why she's THE leader 😭” 💬 camiinmyheart: “thank you for saying this so clearly” 💬 captainicequeen: “she really said i’m leading both groups now” 💬 sophia4sophia: “sophia holding the team together like glue 😭” 💬 fightmeamara: “not Amara being a whole bodyguard”

[She softens a little, more emotion in her tone.]

Hana: “I love them. I love this group. And as their leader, I will always speak up when their safety is compromised. Please continue to support us, but please do it with kindness, and awareness. That’s all I ask.”

💬 throwmeinthevan: “why am i crying real tears rn” 💬 maknaeintheback: “she loves them so loudly 😭” 💬 vocalwarmupwhen: “this is leadership. this is care.” 💬 breakmybonesbutnotmyteam: “idk who needs to hear this but protect your idols too” 💬 HANAOBSESSED: “i’m gonna make a shrine for her at this point” 💬 dontmakemecrypls: “i love siren5 so much it hurts” 💬 byeistg: “someone hug her right now”

[She pauses. A moment of silence. Then, Hana straightens, her tone softens. She picks up the mug briefly, takes a sip, then smiles faintly.]

Hana: "Now. About the performance."

[She smirks, laughing lightly]

Hana: "That might’ve been our hardest stage yet. The layering in the chorus, three-part harmonies while dancing. Whoever decided on that arrangement…should be in jail. Oh wait. That was me."

[She chuckles, amused and teasing]

💬 harmonydestroyer: “NOT HER SENDING HERSELF TO JAIL 😭” 💬 truthtellerhana: “she said: criminally talented” 💬 dramaunfolded: “she loves to make them suffer vocally 😭😭” 💬 chordqueen: “and we EAT IT UP EVERY TIME” 💬 sirensfromhell: “this woman is too powerful” 💬 girlstop: “just admit you like watching them suffer 😭” 💬 synccheckqueen: “the way she’s so unserious but so right”

Hana: “We were... surprised by the response though, we didn’t expect that many people screaming our name. You know, that bridge was originally meant to have a belt from Syre, but we kept it in falsetto to contrast my harmonies.”

[Her tone sharpens with playful judgment.]

Hana: “She didn't warm up properly. Again. Idiot. And Cami was supposed to wink once during her part. She winked four times. Four. I counted.”

[She deadpans into the camera.]

(author's note: sorry hana she was busy breaking down about a not-really-situationship with a latina in the bathroom)

Hana: “I’ve threatened to revoke her almond croissant privileges. And Amara…

[Hana sighs dramatically.]

Hana: “Decided to freestyle her floorwork. It worked. But I want it on record that she ignored the blocking sheet.”

[She clicks something off-screen.]

Hana: “Which I have. Color-coded. Dated. Initialed.”

💬 SYREDEFENSESQUAD: “NOT YOU CALLING HER AN IDIOT 😭😭😭” 💬 winkcounter: “she really clocked cami’s flirt count 💀” 💬 amarathefreak: “freestyling queen we stan” 💬 stagepolice: “i wanna see this blocking sheet tbh” 💬 camiscroissant: “not the almond croissant privileges 😭😭” 💬 syresus: “syre getting called out on MAIN again” 💬 tinyflirtcam: “four winks is a love language ok!!”

[She then flashes a sly smile]

Hana: “Rina was perfect though. She can do no wrong. I have nothing on her. Except she ate all my throat lozenges last week and blamed it on ‘air humidity.’ So. War.”

💬 rinatheinnocent: “WE THOUGHT SHE WAS SAFE” 💬 throatqueenhana: “war is declared lmao” 💬 bemythroatlozenge: “screaming @ air humidity excuse 😭😭” 💬 tinyrinaera: “protect rina from hana’s wrath immediately” 💬 battleinthehouse: “rina vs hana 2025 lets gooo” 💬 queenofshade: “hana is really keeping the receipts huh” 💬 lozengateliveson: “never forget the great lozenge theft of 2025”

[Then she leans closer.]

Hana: “Ask me anything. I have ten minutes before Syre starts yelling about movie night.”

💬 sailor5ever: “what movie are y’all watching tell usss” 💬 syreclock: “you have 9 minutes before the chaos begins” 💬 movienightwarrior: “someone distract syre pls 😭” 💬 comfywithcami: “camis definitely hiding the remote rn” 💬 marshmallowmarathon: “my guess is horror movie and chaos ensues” 💬 sirensnackline: “popcorn or war??” 💬 hanafanforever: “best solo live i’ve seen fr fr 🩵”

💬 seojinisscary: “What’s a random fact about you?”

Hana:

"A random fact? I memorize everyone’s coffee order. Not because I’m nice. Because if you drink mine again, I’ll end your bloodline."

[She sips her mug again. Unbothered.]

💬 icedamericanoarmy: “no because that’s a threat and a love language” 💬 notcamisfault: “camis definitely the repeat offender” 💬 queenofblack: “hana would survive in a mafia drama” 💬 lattesiren: “i need hana to memorize my order wbk 😭” 💬 syrecore: “syre 100% drinks hers with whipped cream and marshmallows” 💬 coffeegate23: “plot twist: it's rina stealing everyone's drink” 💬 starbuckssiren: “protect hana’s coffee at all costs”

💬 captainicequeen: “Tell us something about the other girls 😭 ”

[She glances off-screen, thinking.]

Hana:

"Let’s see. Syre sleeptalks in 3 different languages and she still uses the sticker I gave her during our first vocal lesson three years ago. On her phone case. She thinks I haven’t noticed. I have.. Amara steals socks. Also Amara acts tough but gets carsick like a Victorian orphan. Rina hides snacks under her mattress like she’s storing for hibernation. She also secretly watches mukbang ASMR to fall asleep. And Cami… has a shrine of Megan fan merch from before debut. Like... shrine level. Oh and Cami once accidentally sent a shirtless mirror selfie to our vocal trainer."

[She blinks.]

Hana: "It was not appreciated."

💬 sleepytalentsyre: “THE STICKER OH MY HEART 😭😭😭” 💬 socksforamara: “amara pls not the victorian orphan 😭😭” 💬 snackbunkrina: “rina’s snack dungeon is real and we need a vlog” 💬 camilovemeghan: “MEGAN SHRINE SCREAMING” 💬 horrorflashbacks: “shirtless selfie to the VOCAL COACH i'm DEAD” 💬 syre-stans-unite: “3 LANGUAGES SYRE U MULTILINGUAL GODDESS” 💬 sirensecrets: “they really live like siblings from a sitcom omg”

💬 amarathefreak: “How’s everyone doing after today?”

Hana:

"We’re… okay. A little rattled, especially the younger ones. Yoonchae was really shaken. Amara’s staying with her tonight. Syre hasn’t spoken much since we got back. She's carrying more than she lets on."

[A beat passes, she visibly swallows something back]

"I'll check on her again after this."

💬 protectionsquad: “thank you for taking care of her hana 🥺” 💬 syreheartbreakclub: “syre pls talk to someone 🥹” 💬 yoonchaebaby: “glad amara’s staying w yoon 🥲” 💬 leaderlinegoals: “hana’s a real one for this 🫶” 💬 staystrongsirens: “whatever it is, we’re with you all 🩵” 💬 hugsyrefirst: “syre’s silence is loud :((” 💬 cuddleline: “i hope they’re watching a comfort movie tonight”

💬 chordqueen: “What tea are you drinking right now?”

Hana: “Ginger, lemon, and honey. Made it myself. Because someone keeps stealing the pre-made ones from the fridge. Looking at you, Syre.”

💬 teathiefsyre: “she’s gonna come for you hana 😭” 💬 brewwithhana: “hana herbal supremacy 🫖” 💬 remotewarfare: “tea thief vs remote thief… who wins” 💬 healingtea: “that combo sounds so calming omg 🥹” 💬 camiherbspiral: “cami’s gonna say it was the ghost again” 💬 steepedchaos: “i want hana to brew me tea ngl” 💬 theftlineunit: “theft crimes in siren5 dorm = daily occurrence”

💬 rinatheinnocent: “Do you actually have spreadsheets for everything?”

Hana: “… Yes. There’s one for what snacks each member is allowed to eat before dance practice. Cami’s is just a picture of broccoli.”

💬 spreadsheetoverlord: “hana EXPOSED cami 😭😭” 💬 broccolibanned: “CAMI IS FUMING RN” 💬 rinasnackcheat: “ok but what does rina’s spreadsheet look like??” 💬 carrots4syre: “do u just feed syre candy and hope for the best” 💬 veggievendetta: “im telling u cami’s gonna fight this” 💬 eatyourgreens: “we need to see these spreadsheets PLS” 💬 broccolilover123: “broccoli defense squad rise up 💪🥦”

💬 lozengateliveson: “Favorite moment with KATSEYE?”

Hana: “Too many. But Megan teaching Amara how to do a British accent last month gave me psychic damage. Amara is literally from London. I felt a migraine coming when Manon and Lara joined.”

💬 accentwars: “MEGAN TEACHING A BRITISH ACCENT TO A BRIT IM CRYING” 💬 londontrauma: “manon and lara joining the chaos is SO on brand” 💬 meganteamchaos: “megan causing international damage 💅” 💬 accentsiren: “i need this clip IMMEDIATELY” 💬 sufferwithhana: “hana is all of us watching our friends embarrass themselves” 💬 fancamsincoming: “petition to drop the footage” 💬 psychicdamageREAL: “hana’s migraines deserve hazard pay 😭”

[Hana glances at the clock on her phone, lifting a brow.]

Hana: "Alright, I’ve got two minutes before—"

[A voice calls out from off-camera, unmistakably SYRE’s soft but chaotic tone.]

Syre (off-cam): "Hanaaa, popcorn's ready and Cami’s threatening to put on Shrek 2 again if you don’t come out right now!"

[Hana exhales a sharp sigh through her nose but can't help the fond smile tugging at her lips.]

Hana: "And there it is. I’m being summoned. Thanks for hanging out, Sailors...I'll make sure no one dies during movie night."

[She reaches forward to end the live.]

💬 siren5core: “NOT SYRE’S VOICE 😭😭😭😭” 💬 camishrinekeeper: “SYRE’S VOICE FROM OFF-CAM I’M MELTING” 💬 hanaismymom: “shrek 2 is cinema actually” 💬 stickerwatchers: “so Syre does still have that sticker 🥺” 💬 chaosiscoming: “pray for hana fr she’s walking into war” 💬 syremoonlight: “I need Syre to narrate my life immediately” 💬 protectthepopcorn: “CAMI NO DON’T DO IT 💀” 💬 byeicequeen: “BYE HANA WE LOVE YOUUU 💙” 💬 sirensonglover: “GOOD LUCK WITH THE MOVIE NIGHT” 💬 hwaitinghana: “SEE YOU NEXT TIME LEADER HANAAAA” 💬 fangirlsinking: “SYRE’S VOICE JUST SAVED MY DAY 😭😭😭” 💬 rinalyfe: “bye queen tell rina we love her” 💬 meganshrine2: “cami’s shrine reveal when??” 💬 victorianamara: “tell amara I hope her socks are safe 💀” 💬 makeyouhana: “thanks for this live 😭💙” 💬 spreadsheetsupremacy: “we need a hana spreadsheet drop soon” 💬 sailorsinthechat: “best 10 mins of my week fr” 💬 moviechaos: “PLEASE LIVE STREAM THE MOVIE NIGHT” 💬 camiforcouncil: “bye hanaaa give syre a hug for us 🥺” 💬 yoonchaesafe: “thank you for the update on yoonchae ❤️” 💬 teaandtagalog: “ginger lemon supremacy 🙏” 💬 hanalovemail: “bye eonni 🥹💙” 💬 calmcoreleader: “you’re doing amazing hana. thank you 💙” 💬 sailorforeverrr: “bye hana ily” 💬 hanafansupreme: “LOG OFF AND GO SURVIVE MOVIE NIGHT 💀💙”

[The screen goes dark just as you hear a faint, drawn-out “Haaannaaa hurry up—” followed by a chorus of giggles in the background.]

[LIVE ENDED]

🕐 Live Duration: 46:43 👤 Peak Viewers: 876,285 📌 Top Comment: "this live was so scary and suddenly became comforting” 🫧 Trending Hashtag: #LeaderHanaLive, #HanaUnnieEnergy, #SailorsAreGrounded

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laundroodls · 2 days ago

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Your Idol: SIREN5 LIVES (KATZ Reaction Edition)

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

masterlist

word count: 848

episode summary: we all know what happened with cami's first livestream, what happens when the curious katz decided to tune in?

authors note: you guys asked, and I complied... was this planned? no not at all, i wrote this on a whim and that's why it's short. this is for my new anon ✏, for my beloved 🦨 anon who apparently still isn't done with the q&a section, pls keep yapping to me btw, and for @awkwardtoafault who asked for it.

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

tag(s): fluff, suggestive content, nsfw, mdni (pls i beg), idol!reader being a loser trapped in a hot body, masc reader, reader having she/her pronouns, rough transitions, shitty characterization, messy, sex jokes, the author doesn't know how the music industry works, dani being confused, the author debating if she should put dani angst or no.

At the KATSEYE dorm, the girls were sprawled across the couch, mid-way through a well-earned rest day, their bodies receiving some rest that it desperately begged for, when the notification popped up: SIREN5’s Cami is live.

Curiosity piqued, Lara grabbed the remote and cast the stream to the TV. None of them expected chaos within the first five seconds, but there it was: SYRE, flushed and wide-eyed, half-dressed, ducking under a blanket while Cami howled with laughter beside her.

“Is their PR team not…bombing them right now????” Yoonchae asks, her juice forgotten as all their jaws dropped with what’s happening in front of them right now.

They all collectively focused hard on the TV in front of them, jaws dropped, phones discarded, eyes trained on the TV, only occasionally looking away to either eat or look at each other in shock. What began as harmless curiosity, just checking out SIREN5’s or rather Cami’s first solo live, had evolved into chaos none of them could look away from.

“Man, Hana has it rough.” Manon chuckled, leaning against Lara as they both ate fries

“I’m so glad we’re not that…messy.” Lara responded, humming in agreement.

Sophia shot them both a look that said 'are you both fr rn?' but before she could open her mouth to shoot them a snarky remark, she heard something that made her ears pop.

“Wait! Wait, rewind,” Sophia said, sitting up straighter, brows furrowed.

“Did she just say ‘Ate Sophia’?” Her face split into a wide grin.

They rewound. Played it again. And there it was: “I call her Ate because she’s older than me…”

“No way. I knew I liked her! Ate Sophia?? I’m Ate Sophia?? Oh my God.” She clutched her chest dramatically while the others laughed.

“She literally said she eats kwek-kwek and pek? What the hell was she going to say?” Megan asked, flailing her hand.

“If she was going to say what I think she was going to say I’m not gonna tell y’all.” Sophia muttered, her face still frozen in soft shock. Her voice dropped. “She called me Ate. I feel emotional.”

Then came the infamous Gabriela bridge. Everyone went silent the moment SYRE, totally zoned out and surrounded by plushies, started singing, low harmony, flawless pronunciation, and full of emotion. Right on Daniela’s part.

Daniela had frozen completely. One leg curled under her, eyes locked on the screen, expression unreadable.

“She switched the pronouns,” Manon pointed out, a grin curling on her lips. “She switched the pronouns for your line, Dani.”

“...She’s harmonizing with you,” Yoonchae whispered like she was confused whether to tease her unnie or fangirl over a new unnie.

Daniela swallowed. “Yeah. I heard.”

“And she was shirtless,” Lara added helpfully. “Let’s not forget that she was half-naked, exposing those gorg abs and then sang your part like a love confession. While cuddling a stuffed cactus.”

Daniela finally exhaled through her nose. “She wasn’t shirtless, she was...” She hesitated. “She was changing.”

“She was exposed. Vocally and emotionally,” Sophia teased, nudging her.

“She called Sophia Ate, she’s trilingual, maybe more honestly, who knows with that group, and then sang your 'possessive girlfriend' part” Megan deadpanned. “Pick a lane, bestie. Snatch her up before someone else does.”

“I’m not- she’s not- oh my god.” Daniela buried her face in her hands while the rest of KATSEYE dissolved into laughter.

Megan grinned. “Daniela. Babe. She sings your part, watches your fancams, and panics when you’re within five feet. That girl’s one performance away from proposing.”

Lara smirks at her teasingly, “Maybe I should shoot my shot. I think we make a good couple, don’t you, Yoonchae?”

Yoonchae’s eyes widened, she smiled awkwardly, eyes darting between Lara and Dani whose lips are now pressed into a thin line.

Manon leaned back smugly. “Anyway. This is peak wuhluhwuh drama and I’m eating it up. Maybe I’ll fight Lara for SYRE… Lara, you’re my Gabriela now, so hands off.” Manon grinned mischievously as Lara shot her a betrayed look.

Daniela’s mouth tasted sour. She doesn’t remember the last time she felt this way. She doesn’t know how she feels. Your entrance into her life was nothing short of a hurricane; unexpected, quick, and definitely terrifying. She honestly felt out of control. And with that, she doesn’t know what to do, or say, or feel. Sure, she playfully flirts and banters with all her members, and they were undoubtedly beautiful women. But she’s not quite prepared for someone like you, and that alone, throws her out of orbit.

Yoonchae chimed in, eager to diffuse the heated discussion, “Should we send her a reaction video? Or should we let the fans spiral for a few days first?”

Daniela stood abruptly, cheeks red. “I’m going to my room.”

“Oh, she’s flustered,” Lara sing-songed.

“She’s gonna loop the bridge part in bed,” Manon added.

Daniela didn’t answer. But her locked phone screen glowed briefly in her hand, paused exactly where SYRE sang, “Ella llegó conmigo y conmigo se va.”

As Daniela disappeared down the hallway with a muttered “good night,” Sophia tossed popcorn into her mouth and smirked.

“We were right. SYRE’s got it bad. But so does Dani.”

taglist: @awkwardtoafault, @cheerlanader, @kianthegirlkisser, @teenybean, @skittledemon66, @hydrardz, @hotluvlet, @skriri, @ssamachiii, @iamconfusedrightnow

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laundroodls · 2 days ago

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Your Idol: SIREN5 LIVES

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

masterlist

word count: 8.1k

episode summary: In SIREN5’s first-ever solo livestream, Cami brings her signature chaos, unfiltered humor, and a surprise guest fans didn’t expect. From spontaneous singing to hilarious sister dynamics, this live is packed with energy, laughter, and just the right amount of emotional whiplash. Fans get a glimpse of behind-the-scenes stories, favorite comfort foods, and the kind of chemistry that only SIREN5 can serve.

authors note: I realized I'm cooked when this side story is longer than any of the main story chapters and I... okay hear me out, I needed a foundation... Is this unrealistic? Yes. Is this made with Katz lives playing in the background? Also yes. Is this word vomit and poorly organized lore? yes. Is this my real reaction to the Gabriela Performance Video? Yes. And did I fry my brain thinking of usernames? YES. i hope you guys enjoy this mess.

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

[WEVERSE LIVE: CAMI 🌪 — "First Siren To Go Live (suck it Hana)"]

🕐 Live Duration: 00:06

👤 Viewers: 129,337 and rising

📍Location: SIREN5 Mansion - Cami’s Room

💬 Pinned Comment: [Cami🦋] "My first solo live, Sailors!! Don’t expect peace. Expect ✨chaos✨."

[Cami appears on screen lying upside down on her bed, long hair hanging off the edge, face tilted toward the phone like she’s been waiting for Sailors to arrive since the dawn of time. She then pushes herself up into a sitting position cross-legged on a plush lilac comforter, with a purple LED light casting soft neon shadows behind her. She’s wearing an oversized SIREN5 hoodie with one shoulder slipping off, hair tied in two messy buns, glossy lips shimmering under the ring light, she's chewing something and grinning like she just got away with murder.]

Cami: (mouth full)

“Sailors… tell me the truth. On a scale of 1 to 10… how obsessed are you with me right now?”

💬 honeydewlux: "11. you didn’t even blink yet and I’m weak"

💬 chaoticbiangel: "cami i’d eat glass for you"

💬 thirstysailorsunite: "🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️"

💬 cami_gf_material: “are u eating smth? why not eat me?

Cami: (still chewing, mouth full)

“Mmm…Y’all are so down bad and I respect that, but why didn’t y’all tell me I have lettuce on my lip before going live? I THOUGHT WE HAD A BOND.”

💬 bi4cami: "bestie ur face is 2cm from the camera pls 😭"

💬 sailorgf: “CAMI YOU’RE LIVE??”

💬 sirenismyreligion: “She really said mukbang and chaos”

💬 datcamiglowup: “Yes queen EAT!!! let’s normalize chewing on camera”

💬 camisspinetrust: "hello ma’am the way you’re laying down is giving me vertigo"

💬 camilizer_luvr: “NOT YOU UPSIDE DOWN”

💬 gaysirenstorm: “the way you’re immediately unserious 😭😭”

💬 sireneditsforever: "SHE’S HEREEE 🔥🔥🔥"

💬 camilashands: "we missed u mother 🫶"

💬 biteme_baby: "LIVE LAUGH LOVE CAMI"

💬 sirenslut: “CAMI GO FIX YOUR HAIR LMAO 😭”

💬 anchorheartsyou: “this is exactly how I imagined her solo live starting”

💬 bi4dani: "swallow it."

Cami:

“First solo live of the debut diary era~ and of course it’s me. Who else? Leader-nim said no chaos on main. So I did this out of spite.”

💬 yujinstans: "NOT YOU SHADING HANA"

💬 sailorsupreme: "chaos IS the concept cami pls"

💬 sirensiren5: "you look so good im gonna bark rn"

Cami (swallowing):

“First things first, hi Sailors. Yes, I’m alive. Yes, I just ate three tacos. No, I will not be apologizing. This is MY solo live, and we’re going to start it off with authentic representation: crumbs on my bed.”

[She throws a pillow at the camera and laughs as she brushes said crumbs off the bed]

💬 cami_gf_material: "got my snack ready 👀"

💬 daniela_4ever: "we need this chaos queen SHOW"

Cami (laughs):

“Girl stick that in your snack drawer, because I’m not just a snack, I’m the full buffet.

Cami:

“First of all, if you watched Episode 1… you didn’t. You imagined it. I am innocent. I did not fight a rice cooker. That wasn’t my mosaic censored red lace bra on the lamp. That was a visual illusion created by stress.”

💬 sailorbaby__: not cami gaslighting us 12 seconds in 😭

💬 deluluqueen97: she’s unhinged and I love her

💬 breadmesyre__: she really exposed the bra I can’t-

💬 rinathemysticalcryptid: cami oh my god the bra wasn’t even seen it was so censored-

💬 cami4president: "she’s insane and she’s ours 💅"

Cami:

“I wanted to hang with you Sailors after Episode 1 dropped! How are we feeling? Did y’all see how cute SYRE was? Be honest.”

💬 sailors4syre: "SHE WAS SO SHY I WAS SCREAMING"

💬 danielaswife: "don’t talk to me i’m thinking about syre’s penguin onesie"

💬 gaymerfairy: "cami pls tell her we’re down bad"

Cami:

“Okay but for real, I just watched the episode, and WOW. I look so hot when I’m sleep-deprived and fighting with the kitchen appliances. Like, thank you to my ancestors. Fun fact, I’m not even allowed in the kitchen because I swear those bitches have it out for me.”

💬 sailorsoftie: “she’s so unserious I love her”

💬 camigfwhen: “the way she breathes like a bisexual icon”

💬 sailorsoftie: “those bitches being the kitchen appliances??????? is everyone on this group a hot mess?????”

Cami (mock flirting):

“Sailors, if you keep calling me hot I might never leave this bed again. Do you WANT me to become unproductive? Be honest.”

[She blows a kiss to the camera]

💬 syreshouldbeworried: “syre come get your girl she's flirting with us again 😭”

[Cami shakes her head as she gets up, she flips her phone to show her sensory overload of a room. The room is filled with plushies, candles, open makeup palettes, and a framed photo of the SIREN5 girls. Fans get a glimpse of posters taped onto her closet: prints of Latin pop stars, feminist slogans, and neon sticky notes, BLACKPINK, SIREN5's concept art, and a huge photo of Zendaya mid-slay, a Selena print, a K-pop girl group collage, and three framed photos of her family. A lava lamp glows neon pink on her desk next to a humming skincare fridge as well as a mini fridge filled with what looks like monster energy drinks. Her nightstand has a squishmallow, and a fan-made “CamiCam” keychain.]

Cami:

“Okay, so listen. Before anyone judges the mess; creativity THRIVES in clutter. Please ignore the exploded suitcase. And that’s my mood board- NOT THE MEGAN PHOTO! DON'T ZOOM IN!”

💬 KATSEYEdetectiveunit: “MEGAN PHOTO????”

💬 syredani4eva: “Cami confirm ur bias is Megan rn”

💬 pixelzoomed: “i enhanced it. it’s her. It’s the silly pic meme megan-”

Cami:

“Also, Sailors? You're all nosy, and I love that about you. So here’s a quick room tour because I cleaned for y’all. Which means I shoved all my clothes under my bed and called it a day. Over here is my skincare shelf. Sponsored by: me. This is my vanity. Yes, that’s four setting sprays. No, I don’t have regrets. That’s SYRE’s jacket I totally borrowed and forgot to give back. Over here’s the corner where I cry and write choreography. That’s my humidifier, her name’s Gloria. And THIS…”

[she points to a disco light]

“…is what I use to make myself feel like a main character when brushing my teeth.”

💬 sirenismyreligion: “SYRE’s jacket?!?!?!?!? You’re not slick ma’am”

💬 lordeofchaos: “camis apartment got more personality than my whole family”

💬 siren5stan21: “drop the room spray or essential oil or humidifier juice brand I KNOW it smells like a dream in there”

💬 danielaslens: “i bet SYRE lives for her 3AM light shows next door LMAO”

💬 visualonmain: "she’s such an it girl it hurts"

[She pans to a plushie collection, the action immediately knocking over a plush shark. She picks it up and kisses it.]

Cami:

“This is my plushie army. Not to be mistaken with Rina’s plushie’s cult. Judge me and I’ll send them after you. That’s ‘Mochi,’ that’s ‘Reggaetonito,’ and this one, yeah, this shark, is ‘Ocean’ Named him after the debut track. That’s Peachy Bitch. Yes, she has attitude.”

💬 ot5sailors: "REGGAETONITO IM SCREAMING"

💬 kpoproomie: "she named a shark after one of their debut tracks i’m crying real tears"

💬 gays4siren: "sailor culture is naming your plushies y’all"

💬 sharkbaited: "imagine being a stuffed animal and cami kisses you. life goals."

💬 ot5baby: "i want reggaetonito merch right now."

💬 reggaetonitosimp: "reggaetonito is canon now"

💬 fluffypjslayer: "cami has no chill and I love it here"

💬 reggaetonito4president: “THE WAY SHE NAMED IT REGGAETONITO I’M-”

💬 cami_slays: “this is why we love her your honor”

💬 cactuscamicore: "REGGAETONITO SUPREMACY"

💬 roomtour_babies: "her room is my aesthetic dream omg"

💬 sirenslut: "every plush has a name i’m SOBBING"

[Cami spins around the room, revealing LED lights, a mirror covered in post-it notes with chaotic affirmations (“you are not cringe you are CAMI”), open skincare jars, another glitter lava lamp, and a suspiciously large stack of polaroids clipped to string lights.]

Cami:

“And yes, Sailors, I do have a picture of Rina mid-yawn. Blackmail is a love language.”

💬 camiinsane: "I KNEW SHE WAS THE BLACKMAIL ONE"

💬 midyawncam: "post the rina pic. coward."

💬 camisimpact: "she said ✨toxic sibling✨ energy"

[Just then, a muffled scream echoes through the wall. Cami freezes mid-spin, wide-eyed. The camera jolts slightly as she tries not to laugh.]

Voice (offscreen, through the wall):

“DANIELAAAAAAAAAAAA!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! DANIELA OH MY GODDDD!! THE ARM WAVE- THE FLOOR WORK- NOOOOOO!”

[Cami literally stares into the camera like she’s on The Office.]

Cami:

“…what the hell… Oh my god. You heard that, right? I didn’t imagine it?? That was-”

(bursts into laughter)

“Okay WAIT, no, no way. That’s SYRE. hold on-”

💬 sailorsiren.mp3: "WHO SCREAMED"

💬 screamingbisexual: "was that SYRE????"

💬 girlhelp: "CAMI PLS SAY SOMETHING"

💬 ManonMyMoon: IS THAT SYRE LMAO

💬 sailorscared: "WHAT WAS THAT"

💬 wasthatSYRE: "girl i KNOW that voice"

💬 Meowchae: “SHE’S LOSING HER MIND HELP”

💬 HanaStan123: “SYRE WALL SCREAM = NEW NOTIFICATION SOUND”

💬 GabrielaWhiplash: “I FELT THAT IN MY BONES”

💬 girliescreaming: “WAS THAT SYRE 😭😭😭😭”

💬 sailorSYREcore: “SYRE BEING THE REAL SIREN LMAOOOO”

💬 idollikerina: “CAMI'S FACE I’M CRYING”

💬 danielafancore: “NOT THE SCREAM 💀💀💀”

💬 cami_sirenboss: “is this the siren in siren5 bc i think so”

[Another, louder fangirl scream comes through. Then dramatic gasping. Then something that sounds like a shoe hitting the floor. Another muffled scream rips through the wall. Specifically, a scream that sounds like someone saw a woman and forgot how to breathe.]

SYRE:

“OH MY G- DANIELA. DANIELA. OH MY GOD I CAN’T- LARA JUST- SOPHIA- PLEASE- YOONCHAE MY BABY!!! MEEEEGGGGGAAAAANNNNNN!! WHERE THE FUCK IS MANON!”

Cami (laughing):

“That-that was SYRE. For context, her room’s next to mine. Which means y’all are getting the full SYRE Experience™ tonight…YEAH That’s definitely her. That was not distress. That was not fear. That was the sound of a fangirl ascending into another realm. Mind you, our walls are sound-proofed.”

💬 syreshrine69: “IS THAT SYRE 😭😭😭”

💬 camicore: “she’s going feral again”

💬 kpopinjuries: "was that pain or ecstasy"

💬 sailorflop: “someone check if she’s okay or if Daniela posted a pic again”

💬 SYREslayage: “what is she watching 😭😭😭”

💬 gabrielastansunite: “ITS THE GABRIELA PERFORMANCE VIDEO I BET”

💬 screamingfan47: “same girl SAME”

Cami (clutching her chest):

“WHY does she sound like she just saw God?? Y’all this girl is OBSESSED-”

SYRE (faintly):

“AAAAAAGHHH DANI- NO, BE SERIOUS. WHO LET HER DO THAT?! DANIELAAAAAAA! DANIELA YOU ARE NOT- WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS- OH MY GODDDDDD!! I CANNOT BELIEVE DANIELA JUST DID THAT WITH HER ASS"

💬 daniellasslave: “WAIT SHE’S WATCHING GABRIELA”

💬 sirenchaosupdate: “i have tears in my eyes this is peak comedy”

💬 gabrielabrainrot: “OH NO I KNOW THAT TONE. SHE’S GONE.”

Cami: (is doubled over laughing.)

“She’s watching the KATSEYE Gabriela Performance Video. We’ve lost her.”

💬 danielassexylady: "SYRE GET A GRIP"

💬 kpoptrashcore: "me when daniela's abs too"

💬 sailorcoven: "this is the most relatable thing she’s ever done"

💬 tungtungtungtungpakitungkitung: “all this for a performance video”

💬 katseyefan123: "I just watched it too and I SCREAMED TOO TBH"

💬 gabrielaisgodtier: "I KNEW this would happen 😭"

💬 katseye5eva: “gabriela’s grip on the girlies is terrifying”

[Suddenly, there’s a sound of feet stomping. Not polite knocking. Not subtle pacing. FULL. IDOL. STOMPING. Cami’s eyes go wide.]

Cami:

“…oh no. she’s coming—wait— Do I lock the door? Too late? I’m scared.”

[Her bedroom door bursts open. In stumbles SYRE like she’s just survived a spiritual awakening, she’s glowing red in the face; glowing with pure gay panic-fueled passion and unholy obsession, eyes wide and glassy like she’s just seen a divine vision. breathing heavy, hair wild, arms flailing, clutching a Nintendo DS in one hand and her phone, like it’s the holy grail, in the other. She’s wearing a cropped black sports bra and fuzzy Stitch-themed pajama pants, and a blissfully unaware and excited expression]

💬 weverseadminpls: “SHE HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING”

💬 katseyebait: “I just screamed out loud what is going AWN”

💬 danielaxsyre: “IS THIS A CROSSOVER EPISODE”

💬 StitchSlayedMe: NOT THE PAJAMAS 😭😭😭

💬 SYRENcore: WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

💬 KatsEyeWitness: SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD

SYRE (not noticing the camera):

“Cami. CAMI. OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THE ‘GABRIELA’ PERFORMANCE VIDEO?! I- I CAN’T- I- THEIR FLOOR WORK?? DANIELA’S GLANCE IN THE FIRST 15 SECONDS? THE WAY SHE LOOKED INTO THE CAMERA. I SWEAR TO GOD I LEFT MY BODY. THEY- THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD. DANIELA? IN THAT OUTFIT? THE CAMERA ZOOMED IN ON HER EYES LIKE SHE WAS POSSESSING ME. SHE DID A BODY ROLL AND I- Cami, I screamed so loud my lamp fell. I THINK I SAW MY PAST LIFE FLASH BEFORE MY EYES. AND MANON- SHE WASN’T EVEN IN IT. SHE WASN’T. BUT I COULD FEEL HER ABSENCE. DO YOU KNOW HOW POWERFUL THAT IS?? I cried. Like ugly cried. I felt it in my bones. Like something sacred was missing. I MISS HER, CAMI. I MISS HER LIKE WE SERVED IN A WAR TOGETHER. I MISS HER I MISS MANON- OH BUT DID YOU SEE SOPHIA’S FUCKING BICEPS??? YOONCHAE’S CUTE SPINS?? LARA’S SEDUCTIVE STARE IN 0:47?????? WHO gave her the right?! I THINK I ASCENDED. I’M LESBIAN JESUS AND I ASCENDED INTO HEAVEN”

Cami (wheezing):

“SYRE- wait- WAIT-”

[SYRE paces in frantic circles while Cami just… stares, wheezing her lungs out, one hand still holding the phone, other hand over her mouth in pure delight. The screen jostles wildly as she props the phone up on a nearby pillow to capture SYRE in full rant mode. She silently adjusts her phone so SYRE is now in full frame. The viewers lose their collective minds. The chat explodes like fireworks.]

💬 SYRESIMPSQUAD: NOT HER BARGING IN HALF NAKED 😭😭😭😭

💬 katseyeluvs: THE WAY SHE'S IN A SPORTS BRA AND STITCH PAJAMAS

💬 SYRESTANSAYYEAH: “NOT THE STITCH PANTS 😭😭😭😭”

💬 danielastan87: SYRE IS ONE OF US SHE’S ONE OF US

💬 AMARA_FANCAM_LORD: “this is why syre is my bias”

💬 sailorsiren5: SYRE “YOU’RE ON LIVE BABE”

💬 KATSEYExSIREN5: “y’all this is history omg”

💬 SYRECORE: “I’VE NEVER RELATED TO AN IDOL MORE”

💬 sportsbrasyre: “CAMI. ANGLE THE CAMERA. WE’RE STARVING.”

💬 fangirlingharder: “HER EYES ARE GLOWING SHE’S POSSESSED”

💬 gaysiren5edits: “SYRE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ASCENDED”

💬 danielaforeverr: "CAMERA DIDN’T EVEN DESERVE DANIELA TBH"

💬 sophiaxchaos: "sophia spun me out of orbit too bestie"

💬 gabriela.mp4: "GABRIELA PERFORMANCE VIDEO IS CHANGING LIVES"

SYRE (still ranting):

“And LARA?? She popped out like an elegant SWORD. And don’t even get me STARTED on MANON- like, I KNOW she couldn’t be in it but her aura was still there I could FEEL IT- MY POOR SWEET GERMAN PRINCESS MANON WASN’T THERE I’M GOING TO CRY, I’m literally…I’m not okay. I need someone to sedate me- I… CAMI. I CAN’T- I literally can’t breathe… DANIELA? Did you SEE HER?? And MEGAN’S FOOTWORK. LARA’S…EVERYTHING. YOONCHAE’S CENTER MOMENT?? I- I think I screamed so loud my soul left my body. Megan’s transitions were like ART. And then pop, pop, pop- then Daniela’s gaze is like- BAM!, and then Megan leans and I just- collapsed. My legs stopped working.”

💬 notwalkingagain: “MY LEGS TOO GIRL I GET IT”

💬 sirensync: “this is the best unfiltered gay reaction review”

💬 siren5butmakeitfanfic: “write the fanfic SYRE. do it.””

💬 katseyewives: “SYRE IS ALL OF US RN”

💬 syre4daniela: “SHE REALLY SAID LARA WAS A WEAPON and honestly true”

💬 camixsyreREAL: “cami has officially been replaced by katseye 😔”

💬 DanielaDestroyedMe: “SYRE PLEASE CHILL MY PHONE IS OVERHEATING”

💬 GabrielaTruther: “PETITION TO SHIP SYRE X DANIELA RN”

💬 SirensRising: “Cami just letting her cook lmaooo”

💬 sailorforsophia: “honestly same when I saw Sophia’s part”

Cami (still laughing so hard she’s wheezing):

“You did scream. I thought someone was being exorcised.”

SYRE:

“I WAS. BY THEIR TALENT.”

[SYRE isn’t done. Not even close.]

[SYRE paces in circles like a madwoman.]

“Yoonchae’s timing was criminal. Lara hit the floor with that snap and I ascended. I’m not religious but I started PRAYING. Megan? Megan could punch me and I’d thank her. I MISS MANON. I WANT HER BACK. THEY'RE A UNIT AND I NEED ALL SIX OF THEM IN MY BED OR THE DINING ROOM I DON’T CARE. just very platonic cuddling for yoonchip though, I’d rather not catch a case. BUT I literally started pacing like an old-timey father whose daughter just got married. I was like, ‘That’s my girl up there!’ and they don’t even know me! Well, they do but ya’know. THAT WASN’T A PERFORMANCE, THAT WAS A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE. I GASPED. AUDIBLY. LIKE- HUHHHH!- LIKE THAT. I’M NOT WELL.”

Cami:

“SYRE. Darling, my love… I’m BEGGING you to breathe.”

SYRE (not breathing):

“AND MEGAN?? WHO ALLOWED MEGAN TO LOOK LIKE THAT?? SHE LOOKED LIKE SHE RUNS AN ASSASSIN AGENCY DISGUISED AS A LUXURY FASHION BRAND. Megan stared into my soul like she’s trying to read my browsing history. When she threw it back so classy, I swear a ring popped on my finger”

Cami:

“Now, don’t steal Megan from me, you bitch.”

SYRE: (ignoring her)

“Megan was literally the wave but Dani, oh my god. She was… a fUCKING CYCLONE, A WHOLE ASS TSUNAMI! I’m wet, I have a boner in all 206 of my bones.”

💬 megangirlfriendreal: “MEGAN SCARLET WITCH ERA”

💬 laraspinaccount: “this is the best livestream in weverse history”

💬 reggaetonito_army: “someone check if SYRE’s heart is okay”

💬 syrebrainrot: "someone get SYRE a paper bag"

💬 chatinshockkk: "SYRE IN SPORTS BRA ALERT 🚨"

💬 stitchcore_gf: "STITCH PAJAMAS IM LOSING IT"

💬 livefootage: "THIS IS LIVE. THIS IS HAPPENING LIVE."

💬 syresoulmate: "I feel her on a spiritual level"

💬 gabrielabible: "katseye converted her to a disciple"

💬 katseyebait: “damn, she’s gone”

💬 danielaxsyre: “NOT HER CALLING DANI’S ASS A TSUNAMI”

SYRE (shaking pillow like it’s Daniela herself):

“AND- AND- MANON WASN’T THERE.”

Cami:

“Yes, you said so like 300 times”

SYRE:

“I WAITED. I PRAYED. I HAD A CANDLE LIT.”

Cami (laughing so hard she’s clutching her stomach):

“A CANDLE?!”

SYRE:

“I LIT A CANDLE, CAMI. FOR HER SOUL. FOR HER ABSENCE. I NEEDED MY SWISS PRINCESS TO APPEAR AND SHE…she didn’t… My sweet German ghost. My haunting melody. She wasn’t there and my heart is in pieces. Literal pieces. Like- Manon-shaped shrapnel. I’m filing an emotional damage report.”

💬 prayingforpeace: "she’s channeling all of us rn"

💬 manonangelcore: "justice for manon"

💬 gabrielaonsundays: “im filing that emotional damage claim too”

💬 katseyeconverted: "this is how KATSEYE gets new fans huh"

💬 manonmybeloved: "MANON-SHAPED SHRAPNEL 😭😭😭"

💬 dramasyrequeen: "this is Shakespearean"

💬 frenchghostcore: "she’s so poetic when she’s insane"

💬 katseye_cult: "SHE REALLY SAID GERMAN GHOST 😭"

💬 syrefied: "she’s just like me fr"

💬 livelaughlaradom: "this is the most relatable meltdown i’ve ever seen"

💬 sirens_react: “this is peak fangirl energy pls never stop”

💬 liveleaksyre: "I’ve never seen a woman fangirl harder"

💬 manonmyqueen: "SHE MENTIONED MANON I’M SOBBING"

[She dramatically falls face-first onto Cami’s bed. Silence. Then a muffled:]

“Do you think Daniela saw the camera and thought of me.”

💬 danisyre_truthers: “YES BABE SHE DID 💔”

💬 stitchsiren: “Cami let her rest she’s grieving”

💬 gabrielaeditors: “I am making an edit of this exact breakdown rn”

💬 gfsiren5: "this is better than tv"

💬 syrexfangirl: "best interruption in weverse history"

💬 fluffychaoscore: "sports bra + stitch pants + death by fangirl = mood"

💬 fangirltotheright: "if I ever meet SYRE I will die from how real she is"

💬 biaswreckedlive: "who do I stan now CAMI OR SYRE 😭"

Cami:

“I don’t know, babe.”

SYRE:

“Gabriela. Literally. Ruined. My. Life. Like, if Daniela breathes near a mic again, I’m proposing. I don’t care if it’s illegal. I’ll invent a law.”

[SYRE finishes her rant, head buried under Cami’s mountain of pillows, still not noticing the live, cami’s phone is now against a lamp so fans can fully see the chaos.]

SYRE:

“…wait. why is your phone like that?”

Cami (choking with laughter):

🎙 “Finally. SYRE. Babe. You’re literally on live right now.”

SYRE (slowly turning to the camera):

“…Pardon?”

[She freezes. The reality hits. Slowly, her eyes widen as she pushes up out of her buried position, she looks down at her pajamas. Then back up. Then she lets out a tiny, defeated:]

SYRE:

“nooooo…I’m going to uninstall my soul.”

💬 bestliveever: “WE WIN 😭😭😭😭”

💬 sailorshrine: “i haven’t breathed in 5 minutes”

💬 syrepls: “never take this down. never forget this moment.”

💬 stitchpajamasupreme: “she is LITERALLY the cutest”

💬 deadgirlwalking: "NOOOO POOR SYRE"

💬 sheinherstitchera: "NO ONE MOVE, LOOK AT HER BICEPS OH MY GOD"

💬 newbiasunlocked: "i’ve never related to someone more"

💬 softoctopusbrain: "CAMI PUT HER ON BLAST 😭"

💬 sportsbraliveleak: "this is the best moment in idol history"

💬 gabrielafever: "THE FACT THAT THIS IS OVER A PERFORMANCE VIDEO 😭"

💬 gfsiren5: "thank u cami for your service"

💬 syreandsophiaforever: "do we think sophia saw this????"

💬 danielaiswatchingyou: "what if KATSEYE IS WATCHING RN"

SYRE:

“…I’m wearing a sports bra.”

Cami:

“And Stitch PJ’s. Iconic behavior, honestly.”

SYRE:

“And I just screamed about Daniela Avanzini to thousands of people, didn’t I.”

Cami:

“Correct. Also you called Megan’s transitions art. I think you used the word masterpiece. And you called Manon a ghost. I forgot literally everything else, baby. You talk too fast. Do you need water?”

💬 sportsbrastitchnation: “THIS IS PEAK REALITY TV”

💬 FluffnFangs: “THE EMBARRASSMENT IS SO REAL”

💬 CamSYRERights: “no bc the tension rn is insane”

💬 manoncandleburner: “she LIT A CANDLE. I’m unwell.”

💬 sportsbraedits: "iconic moment ngl"

💬 stitchcore_queen: "we love your cozy cute aesthetic"

💬 syretheattraction: “how do i become that pillow”

💬 siren5core: “this is the best livestream in girl group history”

💬 gfsirenforever: “give them a reality show RIGHT NOW”

Cami (reading chat and cackling):

“Sailors, give it up for your beloved SYRE. Fangirl. Pajama enthusiast. KATSEYE simp.”

SYRE (still hiding):

“You’re evil. You’re actual evil. I’m deleting this group.”

💬 sailordownbad: THIS IS SO REAL OF HER

💬 DanielaPlsNoticeHer: Daniela if you’re watching this… blink twice

💬 SIRENxKATSEYE: this is how ships are born 😭

💬 camiwitnessingchaos: cami is all of us rn

💬 embarrassedbutmakeiteyekonic: “she will never live this down and neither will i”

💬 vulnerableicon: “this was performance art”

💬 danielasimpcertified: “you werevery loud”

💬 bitethepillowedits: “I HAVE A TITLE FOR THE FAN EDIT NOW”

[After a minute, SYRE finally calms down and plops beside Cami. Still red in the face but grinning.]

Cami:

“You might as well stay now. We’re answering questions.”

SYRE:

“…Fine. But if someone screenshots me like this, I’m haunting you.”

💬 thisisrealthisisme: “SYRE IN HER RAW FORM 😭 WE’RE BLESSED”

💬 camisyreshipper420: “this is what peak idol content looks like”

💬 katseyefangirls: “imagine how Daniela would react to this-”

Cami (winks at camera):

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll send her the link.”

SYRE:

“CAMI-!!”

[Hana suddenly enters. Unbothered. Regal. Clad in sweatpants and a perfectly tucked black tank, holding a t-shirt in one hand and a bag of lozenges in the other. Her expression is the picture of exasperated older sister energy. SYRE and Cami is suddenly plunged into contemplative silence. The chat collectively loses its mind.]

💬 hanaofficiallyscary: “SHE’S HERE OH MY GOD”

💬 leadersirenforever: “HANA ENTERED LIKE THE GODFATHER”

💬 notamusedmom: “LOOK AT HER FACE I’M CRYING”

💬 sailorsergeant: “i salute u Hana lmao”

💬 camiguiltyaf: “OH SHIT YOU’RE IN TROUBLE NOW”

💬 syrefanshrine: “NOT THE SHIRT DELIVERY LMFAOO”

💬 hanastrongest: “RESPECTFULLY I WOULD NOT SURVIVE THAT GLARE”

HANA (deadpan, with zero context):

"Put this on. And these are for your throat."

[She tosses the shirt squarely at SYRE’s chest, who catches it on instinct. The lozenges bounce onto the bed.]

SYRE (meekly):

"…Thanks."

[Cami is silently screaming with laughter, her face stuffed into a throw pillow so Hana won’t see her cracking up.]

HANA (to Cami):

"Next time? Lock your door."

[She does not wait for a reply. She turns, heel spins, and walks out with a dramatic SWOOSH of the door and a parting glare so sharp it could cut steel. The girls blink in stunned silence. Chat explodes.]

💬 hanawouldsurvivehorror: “THAT GLARE???”

💬 locksforcami: "’LOCK YOUR DOOR’ IM DEAD”

💬 ThroatQueenHana: “she came prepared and disappointed”

💬 iconicmomentrn: “this was the most big sister thing ever”

💬 CamiLaughingCorpse: “CAMI IS DYINGGGG”

💬 syrecaughtin4k: “SYRE SAID “thanks” LIKE A PUPPY IN TROUBLE”

💬 hanaxdoor: “GIVE THAT DOOR AN AWARD FOR SURVIVING HER PRESENCE”

SYRE (muffled under shirt she’s now pulling on):

"…I think she saw my soul leave my body."

Cami (still laughing):

"Babe, she dragged your soul back by the collar."

SYRE:

"Why is she always like… everywhere when I do something embarrassing."

Cami:

"Because Hana has a seventh sense. The sense of disappointment."

[After a brief moment of silence and giggles, Cami wipes a tear from her eye, still grinning. She glances at the chat, then elbows SYRE gently.]

Cami:

"Okay, okay… breathe, Sailors. You good? I think we’ve all emotionally recovered. Barely."

SYRE:

"Speak for yourself. I just trauma-dumped to a six-figure audience."

Cami:

"Perfect segue into our next segment then: Q & A time!"

💬 askcamiandsyre: “FINALLY WE HAVE QUESTIONS”

💬 softsirensupport: “girl i forgot this was a Q&A 💀”

💬 chaosapproved: “from traumatized to talk show in 2 secs ily”

💬 sailorquestions: “SYRE CAMI WHAT’S YOUR IDEAL TYPE GO!!”

Cami (with a dramatic bow):

"Yes yes, you may now interrogate us. Politely. Or not. Probably not. Let’s go."

SYRE (rolling her eyes but smiling):

"First question better not be about Stitch pajamas. I swear. Oh, let’s play some music. I would die if there’s a silence in between questions."

[Cami adjusts the camera so they’re both in frame and then leaning against the bed’s headboard while SYRE plays a random playlist, the chat lights up with eager questions.]

Cami:

“Oh here’s an interesting question…”

💬 sailorgossipgirl: “SYRE. Be honest. Who’s your KATSEYE bias wrecker and WHY is it Sophia??”

SYRE:

“Oh god. Okay lore drop, I was raised in the Philippines. My family is stable enough that I can pursue my dreams without ever needing to work jobs, or worry about money when I went to college overseas-”

Cami:

“She’s being humble, her family is FILTHY RICH. Imagine crazy rich asians, but so much more… crazy rich.”

SYRE:

“You're ridiculous. It's not true Anyway, as I was saying. When the girls first introduced me to Dream Academy, it was well into what? 2? 3? years into our training-”

Cami:

“I made a remark about it, I told her she wouldn't survive Dream Academy, because she was worse than a newborn deer before. And since then we started watching Dream Academy every chance we got.”

SYRE:

“Yeah, so while watching, I saw Ate Sophia- oh yeah, sorry. I call her Ate because she's older than me. Yes, that's what we call like someone who's older than us in the Philippines, I think it's the same with like uh ‘Noona’ and ‘Unnie’ in Korea. Yes okay anyway I saw her and I just remember being so pumped and proud that Philippines had another international sensation. Her and Dani quite literally fuelled my dreams since then. I told myself that I'll make them watch me on stage.”

💬 syrerunsdeep: “not SYRE giving us character development AND sapphic lore 😭😭😭”

💬 biaswreckedbyate: “SHE SAID ATE SOPHIA I’M GONNA SOB THIS IS SO PINOY CODED”

💬 camiscashregister: “camis ‘crazy rich’ exposé has me crying pls 💀💀💀”

💬 dreamacademyfan69: “SYRE WATCHED DREAM ACADEMY LIKE A FANGIRL SHE’S ONE OF US FR”

💬 danixsophslay: “the fact that dani AND sophia inspired her 🥹 the gay awakening was televised”

💬 syrejustlikeme: “imagine watching ur idols and saying ‘they’ll watch me someday’ AND THEN MAKING IT HAPPEN?? main character confirmed. this is an anime.”

💬 filoprideglobal: “SYRE REPRESENTING FILO GIRLIES WITH THAT ‘ATE SOPHIA’ 🫡🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭”

💬 notacultjustsailors: “this turned into a TED Talk and I’d attend every second I love her”

💬 balakubak: “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH TOTOO BA HELLO TANGINA???”

💬 biaswreckingball: “bias wrecker? more like life wrecker. Sophia you have SYRE in a chokehold”

💬 syrelorekeeper: “someone archive this, this is canon now. this is foundational SIREN5 lore”

SYRE:

“Y'all, is it really so surprising that I'm Filipino. Guys, I'm not pinoy coded, I am Pinoy what do you mean??? Kumakain ako ng kwek-kwek at pek- eme lang okay hui, I'm going back to English now okay? No one send Ate Sophia that clip to translate or I swear y'all are gonna get a heartbreaking album.”

💬 kwekwekprincess: “KUMAKAIN AKO NG KWEK-KWEK 😭😭😭 FILO REPRESENT!!”

💬 sailorngkalye: “the eme lang okay hui’ SENT ME 💀💀💀 she’s so real for that”

💬 tambaynaseaman: “ITULOY MO BEH, ANO YUNG SASABIHIN MO ITULOY MO SIGE”

💬 syreisms: “SYRE SPEAKING STRAIGHT BARANGAY CORE I’M CRYINGGGG”

💬 doNOTtranslate: “someone PLEASE send this to Sophia actually I beg”

💬 breakupalbumincoming: “not her threatening us with a HEARTBREAK ALBUM over translation 😭”

💬 syretagalogera: “she said I’m not Pinoy coded I AM Pinoy like okay slay ka dyan sis. 💅”

💬 camisaidlol: “Cami’s face in the background when she said ‘kwek-kwek’ is SENDING ME”

SYRE:

“Oh Cami, answer that one!”

💬 reggaetonitoarmy:

“Cami can we meet more of your plushie army or are they in witness protection”

Cami:

“Okay first of all… yes. Second of all, they’re not in witness protection, they’re in a very exclusive emotional support program. You’ve met Reggaetonito. But allow me to introduce: ‘Lady Crumbington,’ ‘Battery the Emotional Support Elephant,’ ‘Kimchi the Angsty Penguin,’ and of course, ‘Little Miss Tax Evasion.’ Don’t ask.”

💬 snugglemafia: “LITTLE MISS TAX EVASION IM ACTUALLY SOBBING”

💬 reggaetonitoslawyer: “Justice 4 Battery the elephant 😭”

💬 emotionalplushiegang: “Cami’s plushies have more lore than my OC”

💬 angstypenguinsupremacy: “KIMCHI IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL PLS”

💬 cuddlestaxedition: “LADY CRUMBINGTON??? Cami pls drop the backstory”

💬 plushiepresidents: “witness protection WHO they’re on tour”

💬 chaoticcomfortcore: “i would die for Battery idk why i just would”

Cami:

“Okay enough. I am not talking about my children anymore… Oh- oop, here”

💬 leadersirenmoments:

“What’s a Hana moment that lives rent free in your head?”

SYRE:

“Oh EASY. That time she tripped over Rina’s ring light and caught herself mid-air by grabbing a curtain rod. Like full action movie moment. Didn’t even blink. She just stood up and went, ‘Let’s not talk about it.’ I saw my life flash before my eyes.”

💬 actionhana: “she’s not a leader she’s an AVENGER 😭”

💬 sirenmissionimpossible: “hana really said parkour and walked away”

💬 curtainrodcowgirl: “HANAAAAAA PLS 😭 that’s final boss behavior”

💬 nooneblinked: “SYRE saw the abyss and Hana denied it”

💬 flashbeforeeyes: “what do u MEAN she didn’t blink 😭”

💬 catchmehana: “if I ever fall I want Hana physics on my side”

💬 adrenalineleader: “she caught herself by a CURTAIN ROD???? woman of steel”

Cami:

“Mine was when she was driving me through the Mcdonald’s drive thru and I full on draped myself across the console and her lap so that I could be the one to speak to the speakerbox and she smacked my ass while I was speaking…It wasn’t even the kinky type-”

SYRE:

“CAMI OH MY FUCKING GOD?!?!?!?!”

Cami:

“What? I was gonna say that it’s like a mom spanking her kid”

💬 locksforcami: "nice save cami”

💬 ThroatQueenHana: “syre cover cami’s mouth before she says something freaky again”

💬 iconicmomentrn: “Hana is a brat tamer confirmed”

Cami:

“Anyway, as I was saying…right after she did that, she literally drove to the window with my head still out of her window. I screamed, and she was just poker face the entire time. I also so my life flash before my eyes, I thought I was gonna die with my cobweb cun-”

SYRE:

“MOVING ON.”

💬 brattamedsirens: “not the cobweb cunt cami pls i’m at WORK 😭😭😭”

💬 driveThruTrauma: “hana really said ‘this is my emotional support idiot’ and kept driving 😭”

💬 mamahanadisciples: “she drove away with no remorse. queen of committing crimes in silence.”

💬 cobwebcollectorsociety: “CAMI HOW DO YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD WITH A STRAIGHT FACE”

💬 syrestherapysquad: “syre blinking in distress is the most relatable thing ever”

💬 windowgoblinenergy: “head out the window like a dog and STILL getting smacked I’m unwell”

💬 notarolemodel: “cami gives chaotic bisexual with no survival instincts and i respect that”

💬 hanaslefteyebrow:

“how scared are u of Hana on a scale of 1 to death”

SYRE:

“Cami laughs in her face. I, on the other hand, think she controls the weather. I once whispered ‘I’m hungry’ at 3am because I saw someone cooking on my fyp and five minutes later she came into my room with a rice bowl. I didn’t even text her. She’s not human. She’s an older sister deity.”

💬 weatherwitchhana: “SHE BROUGHT FOOD??? PSYCHIC MOM”

💬 sirensummoner: “SYRE YOU’RE DESCRIBING A SPIRIT GUIDE”

💬 camilaughsatdeath: “Cami has no survival instincts confirmed”

💬 hungryandhaunted: “i’d cry if Hana heard my stomach rumble tbh”

💬 ricebowlprophecy: “this sounds like a folktale i swear”

💬 divineunnie: “older sister deity is SO real”

💬 tremblingfan69: “i’m scared of Hana and I don’t even live there”

[The starting intro of Katseye’s “Gabriela” starts. Cami whips her head to look at SYRE. They stare at each other for a second before bursting out laughing. SYRE hides her face behind Reggaetonito as she laughs]

SYRE:

“I’m so traumatized. But we can’t skip it, skipping Katseye songs in this household is a crime.”

[The song continues playing in the background as they answer another question, their heads bobbing to the beat]

💬 sirensofchaos:

“what’s your ultimate comfort food after a long schedule?”

SYRE:

“Champorado with tuyo. Dead serious. That sweet-salty combo just reboots my system. Oh, tuyo is uh dried fish, and champorado is chocolate rice…soup? I don’t know. Oh but also! I take like an avocado, scoop in into a bowl, put sugar, powdered milk, and ice and it’s divine. OH BUT THEN THERE’S ALSO LOMI- there’s too much guys. Ask me again in my live and I’ll give you a list”

Cami:

"Ooooh okay, comfort food? Easy. Arepas con queso. Specifically the kind my abuela makes. Like, the real deal; grilled until they’re crispy on the outside and then stuffed with cheese until it oozes out like it’s got trauma to spill. Bro, I bite into one and I’m instantly seven years old again, sitting on her kitchen counter like a little gremlin while she scolds me for eating the cheese before it’s ready."

SYRE:

"Awww… that’s actually really sweet."

Cami (fanning herself):

"Don’t 'aww' me! I would sell my soul for one of her arepas right now. I’ve tried recreating them but it’s not the same. Hers taste like love and emotional damage. Mine taste like I tried my best and failed in three languages. I just one of her arepas and collapse in my bed while spooning my weighted blanket like it’s my soulmate."

SYRE (giggling):

"Emotional damage??"

Cami:

"YES. You don’t understand, it’s like a hug for my inner child AND my burnt-out adult self. Like if therapy came with melted cheese."

SYRE:

"That’s actually beautiful- wait why am I getting emotional over food right now??"

Cami:

"It’s the power of Latina comfort food, baby. It’s ancestral healing in a carb."

💬 meltyqueso4life: "Cami describing cheese like it’s an emotional support system is SO REAL"

💬 chaoticlatinaenergy: "‘Trauma to spill’ I’m gonna scream 😭 abuelas got that culinary magic"

💬 sirenfoodcritics: "No but now I want an arepa and a therapy session"

💬 healingthroughcheese: "Cami’s abuela needs her own cooking segment fr"

💬 gremlincounterchild: "the image of baby cami on the counter stealing cheese is SENDING ME"

💬 siren5nochef: "someone give Cami a cheese sponsor already istg"

💬 ancestralcarbhealing: "‘A carb hug for my inner child’ is poetry and I’m tattooing it on my ribs"

💬 champtuyonights: “YESSS FILO COMFORT COMBO SUPREMACY”

💬 blanketshipper: “not cami spooning her blanket 😭 she’s so real”

💬 sweetandsaltysiren: “champorado and tuyo?? she’s built different”

💬 comfortcorequeen: “someone make a SYRE recipe vlog pls”

💬 softidoldownbad: “cheese heals EVERYTHING”

💬 soulmateblanket: “Cami’s love language is carbs and cuddles”

[While Cami was talking passionately about other comfort food she’s craving, SYRE can be seen playing with plushies while humming to Gabriela. Then came the bridge part and unknown to SYRE who was admittedly zoning out, Cami quiets down just as she sings the bridge with Daniela]

SYRE: (harmonizing softly with Daniela in a lower register)

“Élla llegó conmigo y conmigo se va. Sus ojos son mío', eso no va a cambiar. Me quiere a mí y no importan las demás. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Élla llegó conmigo y conmigo se va. Sus ojos son mío', eso no va a cambiar. Me quiere a mí y no importan las demás. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Cami turns her head slowly, mock-stunned, staring at SYRE with wide eyes. SYRE is still half-zoned out, plushie in hand, blinking in confusion at the silence that’s suddenly fallen over the room.]

Cami (grinning like the devil):

"…Okay bitch, slay?! All that while you’re zoning out right beside me, you gay bitch."

SYRE (confused):

"Huh??"

Cami (leaning closer, smug):

"You switched the pronouns. Because we ALL know who sings that part- Miss Daniela Avanzini."

SYRE (blinking, cheeks slowly turning red):

"…I did?"

Cami:

"You did. The original says ‘él llegó conmigo,’ but YOU said ‘ella.’ Not even hesitating. Just fully out here serenading your little Latina crush."

SYRE (absolutely mortified):

"Oh my GOD- I didn’t even-! I was zoning out!"

Cami (mock gasping):

"YOU MEANT IT TOO. It was instinctual. Subconscious. Freudian slip. Spanish gay coded. All of the above."

SYRE (hiding behind plushie):

"Why do you only speak in SAT vocabulary when bullying me-"

Cami (gleeful):

"Because it’s educational! Let the record show: our SYRE harmonized with Daniela’s part and personalized it."

SYRE (groaning):

"Please shut up before someone tags her-"

Cami (to the camera):

"TOO LATE, SAILORS. CLIP IT. SEND IT TO SOPHIA. MAKE DANIELA SEE THE LIGHT."

💬 gabrielaonthebrain: “SYRE SINGING THE GABRIELA BRIDGE??? my gay little heart is ascended”

💬 softsirenvoice: “her lower register??? WHO ALLOWED THIS”

💬 spanishsyre: “she switched the pronouns like she meant it 😭😭😭”

💬 danisyretruthers: “not her harmonizing with Daniela’s part like she was POSSESSED”

💬 caughtin4klive: “nah Syre singing ‘ÉLLA llegó conmigo’ was the most romantic thing ever don’t talk to me”

💬 plssteponmeSYRE: “camigirl thank u for clocking her LMAOOO”

💬 gabrielaisforSYRE: “daniela’s somewhere biting her tongue and doesn’t know why”

💬 sirenshippingcenter: “add this to the danisyre timeline PLEASE this is canon now”

💬 camilovesthis: “Cami's face when she caught Syre was SO FUNNY she knew what she heard 💀”

💬 latinasapphicchaos: “syre singing in spanish… do it again but with eye contact next time pls”

💬 gaysiren5: “she went from plushie girl to seductive spanish verse in 2 secs I’m UNWELL”

💬 camilockingherdoor: “Daniela better watch her back. Syre's coming with the vocals and the gay panic”

💬 sheSANGthat: “SYRE SAID ÉLLA. NOT HIM. NO ACCIDENTS WERE MADE HERE.”

💬 danielascamera: “SYRE SINGING DANIELA’S PART WITH PRONOUN CHANGE IS SO REAL OF HER”

💬 queersiren5: “not syre zoning out and casually outing her feelings again 😭😭😭”

💬 camithewingwoman: “Cami bullying Syre into a confession every 5 mins is a public service”

💬 syrexdanisupremacy: “SHE SWITCHED THE PRONOUNS YALL SHE IS DOWN BADDDD”

💬 plushieenvy: “that plushie is living the sapphic panic dream rn”

💬 lesbiandiction: “Freudian. Subconscious. Spanish. Gay. Coded. Cami’s dragging is lyrical.”

💬 sirenshipcentral: “imagine Daniela watching this and smirking bc she KNOWS 😭”

💬 unintentionalserenade: “Syre didn’t even think, she just gayed up the lyrics instinctively 😭”

💬 gabrielaremixwhen: “Petition for Daniela x SYRE acoustic duet version with gay pronouns pls”

💬 gaysirenmoments: “SYRE SAID ‘ÉLLA LLEGÓ CONMIGO’ I’M ON THE FLOOR”

💬 sirenbiographer: “this is going in the official Syre x Daniela timeline”

💬 witnessinghistory: “we just watched a soft sapphic glitch after a full on gay mental breakdown in real time. iconic.”

SYRE: (Blushing wildly, scrolling on her phone)

“I am switching to my piano classic playlist. Move on, cami or I swear to God.”

Cami:

“OKAY OKAY GEEZ”

💬 fluffydisasterunit:

“what was the weirdest pre-debut habit y’all had?? 👀”

Cami:

“I used to talk to my shampoo bottles like they were judges on a talent show while washing my hair. Like ‘Was the performance CLEAN enough for you??’”

SYRE:

“I once practiced interviews in the mirror and pretended I was accepting a Grammy. Fully cried for realism.”

💬 mirrorgirliesunite: “no cause I did the Grammy thing too 😭”

💬 cleansingmycareer: “CAMI I CANNOT you gave a speech to SHAMPOO”

💬 dreamersforever: “they were both delulu and that’s beautiful”

💬 cryformyreward: “SYRE crying for realism is PEAK ACTRESS”

💬 predebutderanged: “can we get Cami’s shampoo a cameo next live”

💬 grammysbymirrorlight: “mirror speeches are ✨manifestation✨”

💬 judgygarnier: “WAS IT CLEAN ENOUGH FOR YOU 😭😭😭”

💬 plzsteponmeSYRE:

“Syre how do u stay calm on stage when u scream over fancams offstage???”

SYRE:

“I dissociate. I pretend I'm a majestic whale in slow motion. Also I black out half the time and pray I didn’t make weird faces. Like, I lock in on practices and rehearsals but I just use instincts and muscle memory on stage”

💬 majesticwhalecore: “MAJESTIC WHALE I’M CRYINGGG”

💬 blackoutbaddie: “same girl I black out during presentations too”

💬 sirencalmchaos: “she’s so elegant but she’s just disassociating 💀”

💬 stagevsfangirl: “on stage: goddess. off stage: unhinged TikTok stan”

💬 facecheckpls: “someone review her stage face expressions 😭”

💬 panicwhalesyre: “majestic whale but screaming inside”

💬 thedualityqueen: “duality is HER. look up duality on your dictionary and it’s just a picture of SYRE”

💬 fluffysirenfan:

“Cami what would you do if SYRE got cast in a drama with Daniela and they had a kiss scene 👀👀👀👀”

Cami (blinking slowly):

“…Die. Thank you for asking.”

SYRE (wheezing):

“OH MY GOD. Cami.”

Cami (dramatic):

“No no let’s be real. I would walk into the set dressed as a lighting technician and sabotage the electricity during the kiss. ‘Oops! Blackout! Guess we can’t film today.’”

SYRE:

“You’re unwell. I didn’t even audition for a drama!”

Cami:

“Yet. I see the glint in your eye. You’re one emotional monologue away from becoming a method actress and abandoning us for a six-episode sapphic mini-series.”

SYRE:

“Would that be so bad?!”

Cami (mock betrayal):

“SO you ADMIT IT. YOU’RE LEAVING ME FOR HER.”

SYRE:

“Oh my god. END the live. She’s delusional.”

Cami:

“Say you’d decline the role.”

SYRE:

“I’d decline you if you keep talking like this.”

[They descend into giggles, shoving each other lightly as the chat loses it.]

💬 danisyrefictionwriter: “not cami plotting wire sabotage for a fictional drama 💀💀💀”

💬 protectivechaos: “Lighting technician Cami is my new favorite AU”

💬 sirenactresssyre: “Syre in a drama with Daniela WHEN??? 👀 I need it”

💬 camiunhinged: “SHE SAID DIE. IM SCREAMING”

💬 deluluapproved: “Cami playing the long game…she’s ready to sabotage the script LMAO”

💬 sirencrackmoments: “the betrayal in Cami’s voice is SENDING ME”

💬 methodactresssyre: “wait but Syre would kill a romantic lead role let’s be honest 😭”

💬 sailorsoftiehour:

“Cami, if you weren’t an idol, what would you be doing right now?”

Cami (leaning back dramatically):

“Oh easy. I’d be a telenovela villain with a wine glass in one hand and a little chihuahua named Lucifer in the other. I’d live in a mansion with a spiral staircase and a dark tragic past.”

SYRE (snorting):

“You’d be bankrupt in three months. That or in jail for tax evasion.”

Cami:

“Excuse you, I’d be iconic. My crimes would be aired on national television with a soundtrack. I’d have a redemption arc.”

SYRE (laughing):

“Girl, you’d poison someone with wine and then cry in the rain about it.”

Cami:

“EXACTLY. That’s the drama. That’s the art.”

SYRE:

“If I weren’t an idol, I’d be your lawyer. Because someone needs to keep you out of prison.”

Cami:

“Aw. That’s the sweetest way anyone’s ever called me a liability.”

💬 dramamamacami: “cami as a telenovela villain is so real”

💬 spiralstaircasequeen: “i can SEE the dramatic slap scene already”

💬 syrelawyerarc: “syre defending cami in court would be the funniest show ever”

💬 wineglassicon: “not lucifer the chihuahua 😭😭”

💬 camiinrain: “cam crying dramatically in a white gown = Emmy”

💬 evilcamilives: “she’d poison someone and cry with mascara running down her face. 10/10 performance.”

💬 liabilitylove: ““sweetest way anyone’s called me a liability” GIRL I’M WHEEZING”

[They both burst out laughing as the chat explodes. The screen shakes slightly as Cami shifts, and SYRE gives a little wave.]

Cami (grinning):

“Okay okay, Sailors- before we get emotional and end this live in tears, we should wrap it up.”

SYRE:

“Yeah, before Hana kicks the door in again.”

Cami (mock salute):

“It’s been real, it’s been chaotic, and it's been aggressively gay.”

SYRE:

“Which is very on-brand for us. Love you guys.”

Cami:

“Stream Ocean and Your Idol. Follow us. And send Daniela that clip of Syre singing the bridge. Okay bye!!!”

SYRE:

“NO-”

💬 sirensignout: “BYE MY QUEENS I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭”

💬 camisyreforever: “this was the most unhinged thing I’ve watched in a while thank u”

💬 softsirensupport: “goodnight chaotic lesbians 🫶”

💬 locksforcami: “bye girls pls don’t get arrested”

💬 syresingspanishagain: “BYE SYRE ILU DON’T BE SHY DROP A COVER OF GABRIELA”

💬 goodnightsirens: “WE LOVE YOUUUU STREAM SIREN5”

💬 danisyreagenda: “BYE AND DANIELA’S GONNA SEE THAT CLIP MWAAHAHA”

💬 fluffydisasterunit: “bye bye fluffies take care of cami pls”

💬 chaosapproved: “goodbye from your fellow disaster 😭😭”

💬 camiinmyheart: “LOVE U CAMI STAY UNHINGED ❤️‍🔥”

💬 syrefangirl: “bye syre pls never change ur adorable weirdness”

💬 fandomimploding: “this live healed me emotionally and then broke me again”

💬 stillwheezing: “I’M STILL LAUGHING AT COBWEB CUNT GOODBYE 💀”

💬 lawyerforsyrealways: “I will be Syre’s legal counsel if she sues Cami for this live”

💬 raincrycami: “camis next arc better be called ‘tears in tequila’ or smth bye”

💬 sirensforever: “SIREN5 OWNS MY LIFE OKAY BYE 💘💘💘💘”

💬 idolworshipping: “BYEEE DON’T FORGET TO EAT AND REST Y’ALL”

💬 sirenlovemail: “BYEEEE this was legendary omg”

💬 camiblinktwice: “BYEEE GET HANA FLOWERS AND TELL HER WE’RE SORRY😭🥀”

💬 sailorfarewell: “gn girls, thank you for the trauma and serotonin <3”

💬 danisyretruthers: “bye syre 😭😭 we’ll tell dani about this”

💬 sirensofftheclock: “thanks for the chaos i feel ALIVE AGAIN”

💬 cami7knives: “BYE MISS CAMI PLEASE REST YOUR BRAIN”

💬 softlysiren: “bye queens <3 my serotonin levels are restored”

💬 brokeaftermerch: “gn sailors ily even if u exposed each other left n right 😭”

💬 shipwreckerz: “this was so healing and traumatizing. Ty”

💬 kwekmebabie: “SAYING BYE WITH KWEK-KWEK IN HAND LOVE U”

💬 gayforSYRE: “bye syre ur voice lives in my mind rent free forever now”

💬 stabbygirlfan: “gn cami aka our latina chaos queen”

💬 syresingspainfully: “i’ll be rewatching the singing clip 50 times bye now 💀”

💬 liverewatching: “bye but also WHEN IS THE NEXT ONE 👀”

💬 doorsurvivor: “BYE!!! give Hana’s door a hug from us 💀💀💀”

💬 dontgoSYRE: “WAIT WHY DO I FEEL ABANDONED 💔”

💬 camicomic: “this felt like a fever dream in the best way”

💬 siren5forlife: “we need a livestream like this every week i’m serious”

💬 gaysinkingagain: “bye cami bye syre thank u for the unhinged serotonin 😭”

💬 syrepackitup: “u better delete this live before hana finds it”

💬 snatchedbycami: “BYE MOMMY—i mean bye CAMI sorry i blacked out”

💬 camisyrebrainrot: “this duo ship sails itself and runs us over on the way 💅”

💬 softsirensobbing: “y’all cured my depression and gave me ten more new delusions goodnight”

💬 rechargingviachaos: “CAMI LOG OFF RN BEFORE YOU LEAK SOMETHING ELSE”

💬 katsireninmyheart: “somebody tell KATSEYE to watch this pls i need a reaction video”

💬 cobwebcuntlives: “I’M NEVER GONNA FORGET THAT LINE I’M CRYING”

💬 danielaiswatching: “SYRE IF U SEE HER WATCHING THIS STAY CALM OKAY WE BELIEVE IN YOU”

💬 fluffydisasterunit: “next week pls let Amara go live with Cami. the world deserves it.”

💬 HANASEESTHIS: “if hana sees this live we are ALL grounded”

💬 goodnightsailors: “night my fellow Sailors 💙 thanks for the chaos, girls”

💬 camilockedthedoor: “this was history. i was here. i SURVIVED this live.”

💬 siren5saveslives: “best live of the year. no notes. goodnight icons.”

🕐 Live Duration: 02:02:43

👤 Peak Viewers: 678,285

📌 Top Comment: "came for cami, stayed for reggaetonito, left with sapphic positivity (via a fangirling session lo)l"

🫧 Trending Hashtag: #SYREinStitch #GabrielaChangedUs #CamiCamChaos #savereggaetonito

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Your Idol

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

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word count: 9.3k

summary: in which a struggling girl group was suddenly brought into light when their debut came out of nowhere. everyone thought SIREN5 was just hype; a chaotic rookie group with a pretty concept and no substance. even KATSEYE wasn’t expecting much when they were assigned to mentor them before debut. but the moment the music hit, everything changed.

chapter summary: after the livestream nightmare, you find yourself beneath the shimmer of stage lights and feeling the weight of watching eyes, a glance becomes a question, and a breath held too long turns into a silent confession. you perform like your heart isn’t trembling. she watches like she doesn’t feel it too. but want is dangerous, especially when it's quiet, sapphic, and slipping through the cracks of what should be professional. between rehearsed smiles and accidental touches, the girls learn that longing can hide in plain sight. in choreo. in silence. In the echo of your name on her lips. and when the night ends not in applause, but in flashing cameras and trembling hands, you’ll carry her weight anyway. not because she asked. but because she looked at you like maybe, just maybe, she would’ve.

authors note: CHAPTER 4 IS HERE HELLO EVERYONE!! this is quite honestly shitty angst??? maybe i rushed into this too quickly, or this is poorly executed... i'm sorry- if you're confused, so are they. I love you all, and feel free to send me your thoughts after this!!! ps. did I make this chapter 9k words because I didn't want a side story to be the longest thus far? yes. am i unemployed? yes. our university starts at august 19 so im making the most out of my free time while i still don't have a job or school.

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

tag(s): mostly fluff, suggestive content, nsfw, mdni (pls i beg), idol!reader being a loser trapped in a hot body, masc reader, reader having she/her pronouns, rough transitions, shitty characterization, messy, sex jokes, the author doesn't know how the music industry works, angst, religious themes, sapphic yearning, one sided (?) longing, miscommunication, mild violence, reader doesn't know what daniela wants, daniela also doesn't know what daniela wants,

You didn’t mean for her to see it.

You didn’t mean for anyone to see it, actually.

You didn’t mean to crash Cami’s live.

The livestream was supposed to be Cami’s moment, her chaos, her charm, her way of dragging you into the frame for fun, like she always does. You’d only harmonized absentmindedly, forgetting the camera was still rolling, not noticing Cami had gone silent just as your voice slipped into Daniela’s verse like second nature.

“Élla llegó conmigo y conmigo se va…” Not él, not he—ella. She.

Fuck.

Fans noticed what you wouldn't let yourself admit: that you sang it like you meant it.

It was the truth you’d been careful to keep quiet, suddenly laid bare in your lower register, crooning her verse like a prayer, when you weren’t even remotely religious.

The comment section erupted. Edits popped up within minutes, slowed down and sharpened, layered with glitchy hearts and text like “she’s so whipped” and “SYRE’s gay panic is off the charts.”

You’d turned off your phone that night. You couldn’t bear to look at it. You couldn’t bear to think about the consequences that were bound to follow you now.

It was easy to pretend that meeting her didn’t blur the line between a fan with privileges and something more. It was easy to pretend that the crush you so easily exposed was simple admiration for the older woman. It was easy to play it off as a simple schoolgirl crush. It was supposed to be easy. You were supposed to laugh it off, the way you always do.

The next morning, everything was too quiet. Cami gave you a knowing look over her cereal. Hana didn’t mention it, but you knew she’d seen it too. Sophia chatted you a simple: “I saw your live, I do expect you to call me ate now or I will cry.” And by that, you knew they saw. You knew she saw it.

You always forget how much the camera sees, how much the internet remembers, how much you give away when she’s involved.

Because Daniela…

God, Daniela.

She walks into a room and it becomes a cathedral. Her laugh stays lodged in your chest for hours after she’s gone, the sound of it reverberating in your soul, so much so that it makes you want to kneel and worship her. Worship her warmth and sharp edges, her softness that’s tucked inside layers of cool confidence.

You’d memorized every interview, every fancam, every vocal run like it was scripture. So when you finally heard her speak beside you, laugh beside you, it felt like the universe had cheated. How could she be real?

And then, she stayed real.

It didn’t happen all at once.

Feelings never do, not when you’re trying this hard not to have them.

It’s a slow, creeping thing, a slow ache that reminds you of the feeling of anesthesia losing its effect . The kind that settles under your skin during long filming days and late-night voice recordings. The kind that grew heavier after every joint stage rehearsal, every casual voice note shared during late-night vocal check-ins. The kind that tightens around your ribs every time you hear her laugh off-camera, that unfiltered, low, real, screeching laugh of hers that felt like it belonged to a secret version of her, one only you were allowed to see. The kind that grows every time she looks at you like she knows something you don’t.

You tried to be busy, tried to fill the silences with loud dorm antics, dance trends on tiktok that were borderline thirstraps, and chaotic dance practice clips.

The vlog series helped as well. There’s always something to shoot: interviews, behind-the-scenes clips, dance footage. You play your part, chaotic, funny, the "mysterious" one the editors love to frame in shadows and cropped smiles. They didn’t know it was because you were biting back words you weren’t allowed to say.

But between takes, when the cameras dip low and the crew resets mics, you find yourself searching for her in the reflection of the monitors.

And she’s always looking back. That gaze of hers that always ignites your hunger, your yearning, your longing. Your longing to be the only one she gazes that way. Yet every time, every day, every second you remind yourself of something.

You weren’t allowed to fall in love with someone who told the world she was straight.

So you don’t.

You just think about her. Constantly.

You think about her when she’s around. You think about her when she’s gone. You’ve danced in circles like this for weeks now. Brushed fingers. Shared water bottles. A too-long hug at the end of an afterparty shoot. Nothing concrete. Nothing you could name.

But you feel it. It was everything you dreamed of.

Daniela started to linger more. Quietly, at first, nothing too dramatic. Dani’s too careful for that. But there were glances. Lingering ones.

A look across the practice room that lasted too long. A comment during vocal practice: “You have a nice lower register. It suits you.” She didn’t say it like a mentor. She said it as if she’s holding something back.

Something you couldn’t let yourself imagine, something you couldn’t let yourself feel hope for something that might never exist.

She tossed the occasional compliment your way with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. And then… longer. You felt as if everything grew more intense.

In the studio. During practice. Her fingertips light on your elbow, your wrist, your waist, your hips; places that burn after she’s left.

You tell yourself it’s just mentoring. You tell yourself it’s nothing. You tell yourself to stop hoping.

Because hoping hurts worse.

And still, she looks at you like she’s trying to figure you out. Like she’s afraid of what she might find. Like she already knows what she’ll find and she’s terrified.

You don’t talk about it.

Instead, you keep your distance. Smile less around her. Touch her less. Pull away when she’s too close. You stop catching her gaze across the room and start looking down at your shoes. And it hurts. God, it hurts. But you tell yourself it’s kindness.

You want her to be happy. Even if it’s not with you. Even if it never could be. You’ve been her fan for too long to want anything but her happiness.

But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be hers. Not her fan. Not her junior. Not her mentee. Hers. Alone. Fully.

You just don’t know if you’re allowed to want that.

But she- God, she does things.

Like that night. That one night.

You’d just finished recording a practice run of “Your Idol.” The others had packed up, voices low, energy winding down. She stayed behind. Said she forgot her water bottle. You stayed too, making sure that none of your members left anything. That’s all it was supposed to be.

Until she leaned too close behind you, breath hot against your ear as she reached for something behind you.

“You killed that last note,” she murmured. “It gave me chills.”

You tried to laugh it off. “I was flat.”

“You weren’t.”

And then, she touched your face. Just… her knuckles, barely grazing your jaw as she turned you to look at her. You felt your face burn, you felt your skin react to her touch, you felt your chin lift up slightly as she tilted your head up with a single long nail.

Then her eyes flicked down to your mouth. Just for a second.

Too long.

Nothing happened. But everything did.

Your chest collapsed inward. You couldn’t breathe.

You stepped back. Left the room without saying goodbye. She didn’t stop you.

You haven’t slept properly since that night. Forced to relive that night, among other moments from your filming of the debut diaries, the memories that haunt you as you lay awake on your bed with “Kahit Di Mo Alam” blasting on your speakers, among the other songs that’s under your “trilingual yearning” playlist.

You don’t know what that moment meant.

You don’t ask.

But every time she smiles at you now, every time her fingertips graze your shoulder and linger just a second too long, you feel it all over again.

You don’t know what she wants. You don’t even know if she knows.

But you know what you feel.

And you know how dangerous it is to keep feeling it.

Because the moment she says your name a certain way, you know you’re gone.

And you’re terrified you never really had the right to feel these things to begin with.

So you did what you knew best, you kept your distance.

You rehearse until your limbs tremble, you stay at the far end of every mentoring session, and when the KATSEYE girls are visiting the studio, you find excuses to vanish into practice rooms or the bathroom. You joke, you smile, you flirt with Manon and Lara when Cami drags you in. But when it’s Daniela’s eyes on you, that sharp, piercing gaze of hers, it’s like you forget how to be alive.

Because she’s straight. You always remind yourself that.

She said it on a live before you two even met, before your debut even. Before she knew you existed.

“I’m not gay guys” she said without hesitation but with a small, amused laugh. “Enough with the gay allegations.”

And maybe she is. Maybe you’re stupid for feeling this way. That allegedly haunted you for weeks. Still does.

So you shut your mouth, lower your gaze, and pretend your heart isn’t sitting in your throat every time her gaze lingers longer than it should. You pretend it’s not a big deal when you pass each other in the hallway and her fingers almost brush yours. You laugh it off when Cami teases you about “your girlfriend,” because no one knows you mean it.

But still, there’s something different in the way she looks at you lately.

Something you don’t trust. Something you can’t believe in.

You don’t let yourself hope.

As days, weeks pass, you become hyper-aware of the performance looming over you, a monstrous thing. The venue is said to be massive, the crowd twice as large as you’ve ever faced. KATSEYE will be in the front row, and you know she’ll be there, front and center. You’re supposed to be excited. But you already feel the room spinning. The mask you wear on stage is heavier now. Heavier because you know she’ll see it fall; even if only for a second.

And for once, you’re terrified of being seen.

You’ve performed before; small stages, campus shows, pop-up gigs in half-empty malls, but tonight? Tonight, your knees feel like they're made of gelatin. It's your first real crowd. Thousands of faces, lights as harsh as expectations, cameras trained on every second like it’s history in the making.

Deep breaths. Count to 10. Release.

You stood in front of the mirror, fingers hovering near your chest as the stylists adjusted the last of the buckles on your custom stage outfit. All-black, tailored, sharp, and far too expensive to be sweating through, but here you were. You looked like you just stepped out of a movie about a charming art thief. Or a hot villain in a heist K-drama.

Deep breaths. Count to 10. Release.

You assess the situation again. You’re standing in your cramped dressing room, the door labelled “SIREN5” in bold letters, eyeing your reflection. Sharp-cut pants hugging your hips, a sleek dark vest over sheer black sleeves, your hair swept back but purposefully messy; confident, your stylist had said. Commanding. Bold. You stare, then turn to your members.

“I look like a pimp,” you announce flatly.

"I agree. You literally look like our pimp, or rather… hmm… honestly, it looks more or less like you're about to hand us business cards and ask if we want to be famous" Cami said with a snort, tugging on her pastel corset top.

"I feel like one." you muttered, glancing sideways at Hana, Amara, and Rina, all dressed in glittering, soft silhouettes with rhinestones catching the light.

“You look like a God,” Rina retorts immediately, throwing a hairbrush at your bedazzled fur boots. “A hot, slightly unhinged one.”

“You’re gonna make all of the Sailors combust.” Cami snickers, twirling in her own sparkly halter dress.

“Please don’t encourage her,” Hana mutters while adjusting her earpiece, eyes flicking up from her clipboard of stage cues. She’s been awake since 4 AM. Again. She’s too stressed recently.

You pretend to scoff, but the pressure's sitting heavy in your stomach now, pressing and twisting until your throat tightens.

It was real now.

The crowd waiting outside wasn’t some studio camera. This wasn’t a rehearsal with the same three sleepy choreographers. This was real. Their first massive live audience.

The moment you caught your reflection again, the nausea hit. Hard.

“I’ll be right back” you mutter, pushing past them with forced calm. No one stops you. They all know what’s happening. You push past crew members and makeup artists, you dodge multiple boxes of stage equipment. You made it to the sink just in time.

The bathroom mirror greets you with too much honesty. Your cheeks are pale, and sweat beads your brow. You brace your hands on the sink. One breath. Another.

Deep breaths. Count to 10. Release.

A few dry heaves later, you were hunched over, wiping your mouth with trembling fingers, your other hand clinging to the porcelain like it’s the only solid thing in the world when the door creaked open.

“Hey,” came a voice, soft, low, steady.

You looked up. Of course it’s Daniela Avanzini. Because nothing else makes this situation better than her seeing you in your most vulnerable state yet.

She stood in the doorway, all perfect curls and calm eyes, her hoodie sleeves pushed up and hands in her pockets, her performance outfit peeking out ever so slightly, her lips held a lollipop between them.

She looked effortless. Like she didn’t even try to look that good and it just happened.

You, on the other hand, look like a deer caught in headlights. Or a deer about to throw up. Or a deer that’s about to be road kill.

You can’t meet her eyes. Not like this.

“I’m okay” you lie.

“You sure?” she asks, stepping in like it’s nothing. Like she always catches junior idols vomiting from nerves.

You nod too fast. “Super okay. Sexy, even. Nothing says charisma like barfing before a performance.”

That earns a soft laugh. “Iconic, honestly.”

She doesn’t leave.

She leans against the sink beside you like it’s normal, like it’s easy. Like your heart isn’t doing Olympic gymnastics in your chest.

There's silence. Comfortable. Agonizing.

“I’m scared” you whisper, too soft to be anyone but yourself.

“I know,” she says. “But you’ve got this.”

You want to believe her. You want to ask her to say it again. You want to pretend her presence doesn’t make your head spin worse than the nerves ever could.

You want to tell her that you’re not just scared of performing. You want to tell her that you’re scared, not of her, but of what’s happening between the two of you. But you settle for the next 6 words instead.

“You always say the right things.” you murmur.

She gives you a half-smile. “Only with you.”

Your breath catches.

Your pulse stutters.

You look away first.

She doesn’t push. She never does.

Instead, she lets the moment settle; heavy, quiet, dense with things neither of you will say. Her fingers don't reach for yours. Her eyes don't drop to your lips. She doesn’t lean in. But God, she doesn’t have to.

Because the way she looks at you, like she’s figuring out a puzzle she’s scared to finish, is almost worse.

So you square your shoulders. Crack a joke that doesn’t quite land. Smile like you’re not unravelling beneath the weight of almosts and maybes. You wear your mask like it was made for you; like you didn’t just spend the night dreaming of a world where you could be hers.

But as she turns to leave, her fingers brush against yours, barely there, just enough to steal the air from your lungs. And in that instant, you feel it again: the illusion of closeness, the echo of something you wish you could name. Something that isn’t yours to want.

You stand still long after the door clicks shut behind her.

Because you know now, things aren’t fine. They haven’t been for a while.

And when the stage lights bleed into your skin and the crowd screams loud enough to drown your pulse, she’ll be there. Front row. Watching. Waiting.

You’ll hit your mark. Drop to your knees, like the choreo demands.

And you’ll look up.

And she’ll already be looking.

And everything you’ve tried so desperately to bury, every shaky breath, every missed beat of your heart when she smiles your way, will rise like smoke and hang between you, impossible to ignore.

Because the truth is, you’ve already fallen. Hard. Quietly.

You’re just pretending it doesn’t hurt.

You let out a soft, bitter laugh at the absurdity of it all. This whole situation feels like something ripped straight out of the digital comics you binge in the dead of night, eyes wide, heart clenching over slow-burn tension and unspoken pining. The kind of trope you’ve always loved: the soft-spoken idol hopelessly in love with her unreachable sun. The magnetic touches. The lingering stares. The space between words that feels louder than anything said aloud.

You just never thought you’d be living it.

And yet here you are. Throat tight. Heart heavier than you’ll ever admit out loud. Because this isn’t fiction. There’s no cut to the next chapter. No narration box explaining her thoughts. No convenient dialogue options or internal monologues. Just this fragile space between you, cluttered with fleeting glances and barely-there touches that feel like everything and nothing at once.

You don’t know what you’re supposed to feel. Hope? Shame? Longing?

All you know is that you’re trapped in a story with no plot; just pages of unresolved tension and no promise of closure.

And that you absolutely do not have time to spiral in a cramped bathroom you’ve already spent way too long in.

“Shit.” You curse, jolting back into motion as if the air itself is chasing you. Because it is. Time, nerves, the weight of everything you’re not allowed to say.

And the last thing you want is to see the look on Hana’s face when you keep the group waiting.

You brush past her on your way out, fingers grazing hers for half a second too long.

She doesn’t say anything. Neither do you. But the silence crackles like it’s holding something back.

She doesn’t look back. Neither do you. And yet, Daniela can’t move.

As you disappear around the corner, Daniela stares at the closed bathroom door for a moment longer than necessary. She stands there for another beat too long, listening to the silence you left behind. Her heart drums in her chest like it’s a metronome for a song she doesn’t know the lyrics to.

She should go.

Instead, she lingers.

Her hand still tingles from where your fingers barely touched. That shouldn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just adrenaline, pre-show jitters, the kind everyone gets. You’re nervous, she was there, and the rest is just… hormones. Pressure. Whatever.

But even as she tells herself that, her chest doesn’t listen. There’s something stuck there: tight, unfamiliar. And worse than that, there’s a strange ache that she can’t name.

Daniela exhales sharply and finally starts walking. Her heels echo against the hallway tile, the noise grounding her. Mechanical. Rational. Keep moving.

The muffled thrum of bass is already pulsing through the venue walls, the low buzz of pre-show excitement building like static. Every step she takes feels heavier than the last.

She should be focused, mentally taking notes like she always does before a performance, sizing up the stage, observing crowd reactions, gauging lighting and sound. But instead, her thoughts keep circling the same thing:

Your voice, quiet and shaking. The way you wouldn’t meet her eyes. The soft laugh you let out like you were the punchline to your own joke.

She remembers watching Cami’s livestream. It was just a glimpse, just enough. She remembers hearing you sing her part. Not “él.” Ella.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She found herself looping the clip after.

Her stomach twisted. It still does.

There was something in your voice that day. Something real. And maybe she’s a fool, but she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since.

What does it mean? Why does it stick with her like this?

She doesn’t do this. She doesn’t feel like this.

She doesn’t get distracted. Not over someone she’s barely even spoken to outside of group settings. Not over a girl who sings her lines like prayers, eyes closed like she’s afraid to be caught.

And yet.

Your voice still rings in her head

“Ella llegó conmigo y conmigo se va.”

Not just harmony. Possession. Intention.

A line Daniela knows by heart, turned intimate in your lower register.

She doesn’t know what to do with that.

It’s fine. Everything’s fine. She convinces herself, reminds herself of what you really are to her.

You’re just a junior. A label-mandated mentorship. A pretty face. A pretty voice with uncertain eyes and too many questions. That’s all this is. That’s all it’s supposed to be.

Then why can’t she forget the way your eyes avoided hers in the hallway? Why does she feel like she’s holding her breath every time she’s near you? Why does her hand still feel warm where yours grazed it? Why does she feel like she’s standing at the edge of something she doesn’t have the language for?

She reaches the entrance to the main arena, where light and noise spill out like a tidal wave. Sophia catches her eye from a few rows ahead and waves her down. Megan shifts aside, leaving a seat open like she knew Daniela would take too long.

“You good?” Megan’s voice cuts clean through her spiralling thoughts.

Daniela blinks. Her pulse is still racing. Her thoughts still flicker, like a faulty reel looping in her head: your flushed cheeks, the tremble in your laugh, the brush of your hand against hers like it meant something.

They’re in their seats now. Somehow. The lights have dimmed. The crowd is buzzing louder than ever. She slides into her seat, but her body doesn’t settle. Her mind keeps flickering; your flushed face, the slight tremble in your laugh, the tension humming between you like an open circuit.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies, a little too fast.

Megan side-eyes her but says nothing. Instead, she leans forward, nudging Daniela’s arm and tilting her chin toward the stage.

“They’re up next. You might want to focus now,” Megan says, a smirk tugging at her mouth. “Your favorite group’s up next.”

Daniela blinks. Focuses. Looks up.

And then the screen flickers, dissolving into glitchy oceanic blues. A siren’s wail cuts through the air. The crowd roars.

The stage lights flare to life.

And there you are, front and center, clad in jet black, sharp edges and smoky eyes, the siren persona wrapped around you like a second skin. You were the only one in tailored black, sharp lines, low neckline, silver chains glinting under the lights. Masculine. Seductive. Powerful.

The rest of SIREN5: Amara, Hana, Rina, Cami, are radiant in flowing silhouettes, ruffled cloths mimicking waves and so effortlessly fierce. A beautiful contrast to your darkness. The visual says something. She doesn't know what. Only that she can’t stop staring.

And then you move. You all do.

And it’s like the floor drops.

Everything else falls away.

Because you’re not stuttering now. You’re not fumbling or flushing or laughing nervously. You’re now the vision of lethal confidence.

And Daniela is absolutely, completely ruined before you even started.

The siren wails slowly dissolves into chants. Latin lyrics layered over swelling strings and low synths. The lights dim even more, the select lights shining down on the five of you which created an ethereal glow. Spotlights strike the stage in clean, harsh beams. The five of you emerge like ghosts, silhouettes hidden in the glow. The formation is new. Different. Sharper. She should’ve expected it; KATSEYE stopped attending rehearsals a week ago. Still, the shift feels like something tectonic. Once the spotlight hits your silhouettes, you’re suddenly hidden, like a shadow. The chants grew louder.

“Pray for me now Pray for me now (Dies irae) Pray for me now (Illa) Pray for me now (Vos solve in) Pray for me now (Favilla) Pray for me now (Maledictus) Pray for me now (Erus) Pray for me now (In flamas) Pray for me now (Eternum)”

[Rough Translation: the day of wrath is when you shall be dissolved into ashes, cursed into eternal flames]

Then Hana’s voice cleaves through the chant: sharp, crystalline, violent in its clarity.

“I'll be your idol”

You burst through the four of them like the moon eclipsing the sun, your lips were now opened as the mic picks up your voice, clear and commanding. Your hands are both on Cami and Amara’s shoulders, their bodies bending as you step through them.

“Keeping you in check, keeping you obsessed Play me on repeat, kkeuteopsi in your head”

[Translation: Endlessly]

Daniela swore she felt her spine stiffen, goosebumps rising like a tide, as you sang the very first lyrics. The crowd roared as you smiled charmingly while singing, your body went through the choreography with predatory ease, snapping to the beat, twisting, drawing all eyes toward you. Daniela’s included. Especially hers.

Your hand lifted to tap a finger to your temple, same as the lyrics and she could swear that your eyes found her own before moving away before the next lyrics leave your sin stained lips.

Her heart stutters.

She could barely hear the harmonies that Rina was layering onto your voice. Because she could swear that that moment of eye contact made her feel something. She doesn't know what it is; anger, desire, maybe confusion. Something clutches at her chest and won’t let go. She feels warm all over. She shouldn’t feel warm at all. And then you look away like nothing happened.

The next beat hits.

“Anytime it hurts, play another verse I can be your sanctuary”

Fuck. She’s heard this song before. Too many times. On studio speakers. Through demo snippets, playing over half-finished edits and muffled practice room walls. But not like this.

Not when every word feels like it’s being sung at her. For her.

She never paid attention to what the lyrics were before. Now she suddenly feels the lyrics bury deep into her soul. It was as if the words took on a different meaning now that she forced herself not to cross the line she wasn’t sure was there in the first place. Especially now that she’s guilty of repeating a verse, her own verse, yet in your voice, over and over again until it hurts. Until it burns.

“Know I'm the only one right now I will love you more when it all burns down”

Her eyes flick to Hana: poised, deadly. Her voice, a slow storm, smooth and intimate. She commands the center like it belongs to her, and maybe it does. But it’s fleeting.

“More than power, more than gold”

Rina slinks behind Hana, looping arms around Hana’s neck with ease. Their movements mirror each other, Rina’s hands mimicking a heartbeat against Hana’s chest, then tracing a circle around her head like a halo warped into a crown.

“Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm hеre for your soul”

Cami then steals the spotlight as she places herself in front of Hana, her voice was hauntingly seductive and deliciously low. She stretches out her hand, fingers spreading wide before curling inward in a slow, beckoning motion, like a spell cast midair.

Daniela could swear that she heard Megan’s voice crack as she screamed at that part.

“I'm the only one who'll lovе your sins Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin”

And then Daniela’s breath hitched as your voice filled her ears, richer now, dripping with intensity, and Daniela’s stomach dropped. You’re at the center again. Of the stage. Of the sound. Of her attention. Dani found herself thinking, debating if you truly wrote this song before she met you or after, because she has this sinking feeling that it was about her.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir Can I get the mic' a little higher? Gimme your desire I can be the star you rely on”

From her position in the crowd, she could hear the thunder like noise your shoes made when you all jumped at the beginning of the chorus. She can’t help but notice that she didn’t hear a difference in sound; it was as if it were one person who jumped and not five. There was absolutely no delay from the time your feet left the stage to the time it landed again. It’s seamless. Terrifyingly precise. No wobble in the vocals. No stagger in the breath. Daniela stares in disbelief. She can’t help but doubt if you were truly singing in the first place.

“Nae hwanghol-ui chwihae, you can't look away Don't you know I'm here to save you Now we runnin' wild Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol”

[translation: you’re lost in my daze]

Hana’s voice took charge this time, the second part of the chorus giving an evident sign that an interlude was about to come. Her eyes drifted to you. From her perspective, she could see the beads of sweat trickling down your face, yet your lips held a permanent smile even when your vocals only add one layer to the hauntingly beautiful harmonizing you all did in the chorus, which by the way in next to impossible to do while dancing.

The dance break crashes down like a prophecy fulfilled.

“Unh! bichi naneun fame, gyesok oechyeo, I'm your idol Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral Uh, yeah, natji anneun fever, makin' you a believer Nareul wae neon jonjaehaneun aidol”

[translation: Shining with my fame, keep on shouting my name, endless is my fever, I was born for you, only your idol]

Amara’s voice was intense, perhaps slightly cold yet it was fluid and sharp. Daniela could still understand the words clearly despite Amara rapping it. She swore she could hear Lara shouting about a british accent yet she drowned it all out, her eyes were trained to you moving like a never ending machine along with the rest of your group, moving like waves crashing into the hull of a creaking ship. The tell tale signs of pending wreckage.

Then

“Don't let it show, keep it all inside The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight”

Cami.

“Your obsession feeds our connection I sungan give me all your attention”

[translation: So right now]

You.

“You know I'm the only one who'll love your sins Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin”

Hana.

Then all five of you, unified, harmonized, fused like a single organism

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir Can I get the mic a little higher? Gimme your desire I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)”

Daniela’s body is still. Her throat dry. Her heartbeat stutters with each line. Her ears ring with the loud noise of the fans screaming.

“Nae hwanghol-ui chwihae, you can't look away Don't you know I'm here to save you Now we runnin' wild Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol”

Hana was singing, she thinks. But everything was beginning to blur, as if she’s being pulled into a trance.

“Be your idol”

It was then that the girls heard it, there was a beat of silence, yet the music was still on going. It was short enough to not be damaging to the performance yet it was long enough to prove that there was absolutely no backtrack used, just an instrumental playing in the background. Nothing was faked. The absence is proof.

And then it happened. The floorwork comes like a strike of lightning. All five of you lower, spines curling like fog, arching sensually, fingers splayed across the floor. Your movements are fluid and visceral, nothing soft about it. It’s devotion and destruction. Your vocals overlapped each other with terrifying ease as you sang the bridge. The bridge is a siren’s call: delicate and violent.

“Living in your mind now Too late 'cause you're mine now I will make you free When you're all part of me”

Then you. You take the final chorus, voice breaking into a raw, unfiltered cry

"(Listen 'cause I'm) Preaching to the choir (Now) Can I get the mic a little higher?"

Daniela’s jaw drop as you belted out that line, her breath hitched as you ad-libbed right then and there, It’s not clean. It’s raw, live, unfiltered. And it’s perfect.

Cami carries the melody:

“Gimme your desire Watch me set your world on fire”

Amara closes in once again:

“Nae hwanghol-ui chwihae, you can't look away (Hey) No one is coming to save you Now we runnin' wild”

Then all of you, the final lines crashing down like thunder:

“You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol”

Daniela doesn’t breathe.

Because when you kneel, right in front of her, sweat-soaked and shining, lips parted, chest heaving, your eyes meet hers.

And Daniela’s world tilts.

She swears her heart skips, she swears the air leaves her lungs.

You’re kneeling right in front of her like some kind of twisted devotion. Like she’s the altar. The storm. The sin.

And you?

You’re the sacrifice.

You’re the storm.

You’re the sin.

And god help her-

You look delicious.

She’s still looking at you.

Even with the stage lights stinging your eyes and the bass of the final note still thrumming in your chest, Daniela is still looking at you.

You’re still on your knees, your palm planted against the stage floor, strands of hair clinging to your cheek. You don’t dare move. You’re frozen, breathless, kneeling at center stage like a confession you never meant to make. The crowd roars, thousands of voices crashing like waves, but all you hear is the silence between your pulse and the way her stare makes your skin feel too tight.

Your name must be on her tongue. You can feel it. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

A beat passes.

Then another.

And like a thunderclap, the crowd erupts.

The lights fade just enough to remind you you’re not alone, that you’re not dreaming, that this isn’t some delusional daydream you’ve conjured in a midnight haze. Hana’s hand finds yours first, warm and grounding. Cami’s voice shouts something behind you, probably a curse or a cheer, it’s hard to tell with the adrenaline still screaming through your veins. And finally, the five of you fall into a practiced bow, the same one you rehearsed a thousand times, heads low, hearts high.

It takes everything in you not to glance at her again.

When you rise again, Hana’s already stepping forward, clear-voiced and composed as ever.

“Annyeonghaseyo!” Hana’s voice slices through the air, confident and steady. “SIREN5-imnida! Thank you for welcoming us tonight!”

The cheers grow louder, especially from the Korean fans who recognize their native tongue. A few banners with her name glitter in the crowd.

“¡Buenas noches, mi amores!” Cami winks into the camera with a sultry grin, her voice warm and rolling like a flamenco beat. “Muchísimas gracias por todo el cariño. ¡Los amamos!”

(translation: Good Evening, my loves. Thank you so much for all the love. We love you!)

The Spanish-speaking part of the audience goes wild; flags wave, phones shoot skyward, fans scream her name like they’re chanting a spell.

And then it’s your turn.

You inhale once. Then again. You swallow, chest still trembling. There’s a hush that falls in your heart, just long enough for courage to take its place.

You step forward into the light, lips parting, and in the softest yet clearest tone you can muster, you say:

“Magandang gabi po sa inyong lahat. Ako po si SYRE, at sobrang thankful ako sa mainit ninyong pagtanggap sa amin. Mahal ko po kayo.”

(translation: Good Evening to all of you, My name is SYRE and I am so thankful for the warm welcome you gave us. I love you all.)

Your voice wobbles at the end, but the crowd doesn’t care. You hear your name shrieked from the front row. A few “Mahal din kita!”s are shouted back with so much affection, your eyes sting. And then you laugh because you heard a single screeching voice shout: “TANGINA MO MAHAL NA MAHAL DEN KITAAAAA” You laughed harder when Sophia snaps her head to the origin of the sound with furrowed brows and a flabbergasted look on her face.

You don't have time to recover. Amara slips in beside you like liquid silver, bumping your shoulder affectionately as she steps forward.

“Evening, babes,” she beams, her accent curling warmly around the words. “We’re SIREN5, and we’re absolutely buzzin’ to be here. Hope you’ve been enjoying the show.”

The crowd hollers. Someone yells, “I LOVE YOUR ACCENT!” and Amara chuckles under her breath.

And finally, like a soft, unexpected breeze, Rina steps forward. She’s silent for a second, gaze sweeping the crowd like she’s memorizing it.

“こんばんは,” she says gently. “SIREN5です。応援してくれて本当にありがとうございます。”

(Good evening. We are SIREN5. Thank you so much for supporting us.)

A ripple of polite, emotional cheers spreads across the audience, the kind that speaks volumes without needing to scream.

And just like that, the five of you stand in a line, united, shining, trembling just a little bit under the weight of your dreams finally blooming into reality.

But as the lights shift and the music cues for your exit, you risk one final glance into the crowd.

She’s still watching you.

But this time, there’s something different in her eyes.

And this time, you don’t look away.

Even as you follow your members toward the wings, feet moving on instinct, your head turns, just one more glance, you tell yourself. One more look at her.

You’re still watching her. And she’s still watching you.

Which is probably why you miss the last step.

Your foot catches on the edge of the makeshift metal stairs leading offstage, a barely-there lip of cold aluminium that sends your balance tipping just a fraction too far. You let out a small, startled sound, a breath of panic catching in your throat as your sneaker slips, and suddenly you’re stumbling forward, arms pinwheeling for balance. Your ankle twists sideways, the metal edge of the stair scraping against your boot as you lurch forward and slam straight into Amara’s back.

She nearly faceplants but she catches herself just in time. “Oi! Bloody-Darlin'?! What the hell? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you gasp, stumbling upright, one hand gripping her shoulder. “I…I just…”

But it’s too late. The damage is done.

Rina, already at the bottom, whips around with wide eyes. “Did you just fall?!”

“Almost fall,” you mutter, face heating.

Hana spins dramatically, her mic turned off but her voice deadly clear. “Did someone forget how stairs work?”

Cami’s grin could power a city. “Oh my god. Is she still looking at Daniela?” she whisper-yells like it’s some secret revelation. “She is! I knew it! You tripped because you were too busy making heart eyes!”

“I wasn’t-!” you start, but you’re drowned out by the explosion of teasing that follows.

“SYRE, please, we’re in public,” Amara groans dramatically. “At least wait until we’re backstage to publicly collapse over your crush.”

“She’s gonna trend as ‘Clumsy Siren,’” Rina giggles. “#FellForHerLiterally.”

“Can’t believe our first major performance and this is what you get remembered for.” Cami gasps between laughs.

You bury your face in your hands as the crowd’s cheers continue behind you. You’re never going to live this down. Never. You can already imagine the fancams, the slowed replays, the edits with sparkles and hearts-

And then, against your better judgment, you peek back.

She’s still there.

Still watching.

And this time, she’s laughing.

Not mockingly. Not cruel. Just soft and stunned, one hand covering her mouth, her eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine amusement.

You stare, completely frozen for a beat too long.

Then Cami slings an arm over your shoulder. “You’re so gone,” she whispers. “It’s actually embarrassing.”

You groan. “Shut up.”

“SYRE,” Hana deadpans, “next time just propose. It’ll hurt less.”

You try to laugh. Really, you do. But instead, the words slip out quieter than you expect.

“But she’s straight.”

The teasing dies instantly.

Cami’s arm loosens around your shoulders. Amara’s brows furrow, and Hana’s gaze flickers to your face, her expression softening.

You don’t say anything else. You don’t have to. The words hang heavy between you all: awkward, raw, honest in a way that makes you want to disappear into the floor.

Because what do you even do with a moment like that?

When someone looks at you like that. Watches you like they’re trying to find answers you don’t know how to give. When the world pauses just long enough for you to believe, maybe.

And then it keeps going. The lights dim, the crowd screams, the next group gets ready. And you’re left standing at the edge of it, fingers trembling, unsure whether what happened was real, or just a projection of your stupid, lonely heart.

The silence in the dressing room echoes loud in your ears once you’re back. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and for a moment it’s just the five of you, breathing in the high of your first live performance, except you feel like you’re a beat behind everyone else.

No one says anything. No one pushes. But they’re watching you.

You blink hard and paste on a smile, heading toward your makeup station like you're fine. Like you’re not two seconds away from spiraling over a fleeting look and a stupid slip on a stair.

Then-

“OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!”

Lara’s voice pierces through the room like a siren’s wail, followed by the thunder of the dressing room door slamming open.

You barely manage to turn when the sound of shrieking laughter and stomping boots floods in.

“THAT WAS INSANE!” Manon yells, diving forward like she’s about to tackle someone.

Behind them, Megan and Yoonchae laugh breathlessly, trying to keep up as Sophia glides in like she wasn’t just part of a stampede, all elegance and glowing pride.

And behind her-

Daniela.

You freeze.

Your stomach flips.

She's slower to enter than the others, one hand still holding her phone loosely, curls a little frizzed from the chaos, her sharp gaze immediately scanning the room, landing on you like it always does.

There’s a flicker in her expression. Something unreadable. But she doesn’t look away.

Your heart does something awful in your chest.

Because you're still reeling. Because you’re not ready. Because you’re suddenly very aware that she’s not yours, and maybe never will be.

But then Lara’s voice cuts through the moment again.

“Cami, I swear to GOD, did you just wink at my camera during the bridge?!”

Cami snorts. “I winked at the crowd, thank you very much. The camera just happened to be there.”

And just like that, the chaos is back. The noise floods in. SIREN5 and KATSEYE blend into a whirlwind of laughter, post-show adrenaline, and overlapping voices, pulling you away from the pity spiral and back into the world.

But even as you try to focus on Amara offering Manon a cookie or Megan asking Cami about the choreo, you can feel it.

Her eyes.

Still on you.

You’re packing up.

Still on you.

The adrenaline is fading now, traded for the ache in your legs and the slow unravelling of the high. Rina’s still giggling over something Lara said. Hana’s focused on organizing your discarded mic packs with militant precision. Amara’s curled up on a beanbag someone dragged in from God-knows-where, munching on post-performance fruit like you didn’t all just give your souls onstage.

It’s easy to pretend everything is normal.

Especially with KATSEYE now blended into your space like they’ve always belonged there; Megan talking choreography with Cami, Yoonchae laughing at something Hana said in half-Korean, half-English, and Manon currently trying on one of Amara’s spare boots just to see if it fits.

Daniela lingers near the doorway. She’s chatting with Lara, a lazy smile on her lips, posture relaxed, but every so often you catch her eyes flicking toward you.

And each time, you act like you didn’t notice.

You keep your hands busy; zipping makeup kits shut, folding the custom jackets you and the girls wore for the encore, smoothing the creases out of Amara’s ridiculous feathered gloves. Anything to look preoccupied. Anything to make sure she sees you being fine. Normal. Harmless.

Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned from your last mistake, it’s that fans notice everything.

And KATSEYE might be here now, laughing with your members, treating you like equals, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world has forgotten the way you looked at her.

Or the way she looked back.

So you make a decision. Quietly. Just for yourself.

You’ll perform.

Not on stage, not for the cameras.

For her. Around her.

You’ll wear the crush on your sleeve again like it’s a silly, innocent thing. Like you’re just a fan who lucked her way into idolhood. Just a girl with heart eyes for her sunbae. You’ll blush at the right moments, flinch when she��s too close, smile a little too wide when she teases. You’ll act like it’s not real. Like you aren’t completely, fully, terrifyingly in love with her.

Not because you’ve fallen out of it.

God, no.

In fact, pretending just makes it worse.

Because now that you’ve seen how she looks at you; how her eyes soften like she’s seeing something fragile, now you’re falling harder. Faster. And it’s a different kind of scary.

But she’s not yours. She never was. And if she’s straight, like you believe she is, then it doesn’t matter how she looks at you.

You won’t be the reason she’s uncomfortable.

You won’t make her responsible for feelings she never asked for.

So you’ll give her a version of you she can laugh with, lean on, maybe even adore in her own way, as long as it’s safe. As long as it doesn’t ask for anything more.

It’s a performance.

A well-rehearsed one. A survival instinct dressed up as charm.

And you know it’s working because when you toss Daniela a grin; teasing, bright, a little flustered, she blinks like she wasn’t expecting it. Like it lands wrong.

You retreat just fast enough to make it seem like nothing.

But she watches you again.

Different this time.

Like she’s trying to read through the performance.

She doesn’t say anything. Of course she doesn’t. But something about her expression shifts, a slight narrowing of her eyes, a quiet pinch of confusion, a question that never quite makes it to her lips.

You duck your head and pretend not to see it.

If you let yourself look too long, if you let yourself hope even for a second, you know the mask will crack. And you can’t afford that.

So you smile at Cami instead. You nudge Amara and tease her about hogging the snacks. You laugh when Lara tries to make Rina wear glittery sunglasses and you dance around Sophia when she asks for a selfie with everyone.

And when Daniela walks past you again, shoulder grazing yours; soft, fleeting, electric, you don’t flinch. You don’t lean in. You don’t react.

You just keep performing.

You walk out of the dressing room and into the buzz of the hallway where crew members pack up cables, roll out cases, and call out over radios. You just keep walking, even as something inside you splinters a little deeper.

You just have to keep going even as something inside you breaks.

The night had cooled, but your skin was still buzzing from the performance. You walked in a loose group towards the back entrance, the kind only staff and artists know about, laughter echoing between both teams as stylists, managers, and a few security members trailed behind. KATSEYE and SIREN5 together, a rare sight. A little chaotic. A little surreal. You were still high off the adrenaline, your boots thudding softly beside Daniela’s steps.

You didn’t mean to end up beside her again.

Close enough to breathe the faint sweetness of her perfume. Far enough to pretend you don’t notice.

You think you’re doing fine. You think you're keeping it together.

Then Daniela tilts her head, laughing at something Cami says in their native language, low and warm and easy, and your eyes flick away too fast. Your heart catches like a frayed wire. You flex your fingers at your side, grounding yourself.

Just until the vans. Just hold it in a little longer.

But the moment of peace shattered like glass.

You don’t realize something’s wrong until it’s too late.

The noise comes first, a low buzz, then rising shouts. Screams. The sound of people running. Your head whips up just in time to see a sea of fans and paparazzi breach the perimeter like a tidal wave, spilling into the pathway, their feet thundering against the pavement.

Cameras flash. Voices cry out. Dozens of hands shoot out with phones, pens, posters, and hastily scribbled letters.

For a second, everyone freezes.

Then instinct kicked in.

Some of the girls instinctively smile, quickly falling back into routine, signing whatever’s nearest. Lara autographs a phone case. Sophia gives a nervous wave. Cami throws her head back and laughs when someone hands her a condom packet; signs it anyway with a cheeky wink. Megan tried to help Lara pose with a fan. You found yourself signing someone's phone case, pen slipping slightly in your sweaty grip.

But it was too many. Too fast. Too loud. The bodies are closer. Rougher. The air was tighter. Sharper.

Someone yanked your sleeve. You jerked back. Someone else grabbed Amara’s wrist. Another fan reaches past you to touch Cami’s shoulder.

And then you hear it.

A small sound, barely audible, but it slices through everything.

Yoonchae let out a soft yelp, you heard it. You felt it. You glance over and see Yoonchae’s wide eyes and trembling hands, frozen in place as the crowd presses in.

Your stomach twists.

She looked like she was about to cry.

Rina reaches for her but the crowd is pushing harder now, too fast, too much.

“Move,” you said calmly, raising a hand. “Please move aside.”

The crowd didn’t budge.

“Let us through.” Amara snapped, tone cold and clipped. Her arm hooked around Rina and Yoonchae, shielding the two youngest as she started forcing a path forward, pulling them toward the vans now parked ahead, lights on and doors thrown open by staff finally catching up.

Your heart spiked, protective instinct kicking in. You looked around. Cami was boxed in on the left, a fan with a camera dangerously close to her face. Daniela was further back, blinking against the flashing lights, looking just as disoriented.

You don’t think. You just act.

You push through the bodies, voice sharp as a whip now. “Move!”

You weren’t polite.

You push forward, muscle memory kicking in. You reach Cami first, arms slipping under her with ease. She lets out a startled laugh, gripping your shoulder.

“SYRE?!”

“Hold on, tightly.”

You don’t wait for her response. You twist, eyes locking on Daniela.

She doesn’t protest. Just stares, wide-eyed, as you pull her up into your arms. She’s warm. She’s soft. Her perfume wrapped around you, dizzying even in the chaos. She curls into you without hesitation, face pressing into your neck like instinct.

You adjust them both in your grip like they weigh nothing.

You don’t stop moving.

You bulldozed your way through the mob, cradling them both like they were made of glass. Like the world had no right to touch them. Your feet move on autopilot, muscles taut, teeth gritted, ignoring gasps and shouts. Protectiveness crackles through your veins. You don’t care about the pictures being taken. You don’t care how insane this looks.

Not a single hand touches them.

You care about them. You care too damn much. Maybe one more than the other.

The cameras kept flashing. Voices followed. The crowd roared louder as more staff rushed forward, finally forcing people back.

You didn’t stop until the van door was yanked open by a breathless manager. Amara had already shoved Yoonchae and Rina inside. You followed suit, still holding Daniela and Cami until your knees hit the floor of the van and finally, finally, you let go.

The door slammed shut behind you. All the girls already in the van: safe, breathless, and a little shaken.

Silence.

The dim interior buzzed only with your heavy breaths. The girls looked at you; Daniela wide-eyed, Cami half-laughing, still recovering from shock. Your hands were shaking.

Cami breaks it first, brushing sweat-damp hair from her forehead. “Holy shit.” she breathes. Then smirks. “You’re built like a tank.”

You manage a small smile. “You good?”

“Never been better.”

You turn to Daniela.

She blinks at you, eyes still full of stunned disbelief. “Yeah,” she says softly. “Thank you.” Her voice catches slightly on the words. You pretend not to notice.

But something in you still aches.

Because your arms remember the way she felt. Because even now, shaking, breathless, your first instinct is still to look at her, to make sure she’s okay.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it?

Even when you’re running on instinct… It's her.

You lean your head back, trying to calm your pulse. But your mind won’t settle. Not when she’s sitting across from you. Not when her scent still clings to your jacket. Not when your chest still tightens at the thought of losing grip.

You’re in love with her.

Hopelessly. Quietly. Completely.

And you know it’s one-sided.

So you do what you do best.

You perform.

Daniela reaches out, hand brushing yours on instinct.

You pull away too quickly.

Then smile, hiding the sting. “Well. That’s one way to impress the ladies, huh?”

Cami barks a laugh, playful. “Impress? Babe, you bridal-carried us. Both of us. I’m buying you a ring tomorrow, and I’m playing Hermanas de leche at our wedding.”

Laughter erupts. Even Daniela giggles, though her smile flickers, faint, distant.

You see it.

And she sees something too. But neither of you say anything.

You lean your head back against the wall again, eyes fluttering shut.

No laughter this time. Just the hum of tires and the sting of truth. Something bloomed too far, too fast, and now has nowhere to go.

Then-

“OH MY GOD WHO TURNED THE HEAT ON-”

“CAMI’S SWEAT IS TOUCHING ME I’M CALLING THE POLICE-”

Lara’s shriek from the back cuts through the tension like a slapstick dream. Manon shouts something unintelligible. Megan and Sophia are yelling over them, and Yoonchae tries to climb into Amara’s lap to escape the chaos.

You blink, startled, then laugh, really laugh.

Because that’s how it always goes, doesn’t it?

You bury it.

Smile through it.

And keep walking beside her like your heart isn’t breaking just a little more every time.

Ngingiti ka nalang araw-araw, mananatili ka nalang sa tabi nya na tila multo habang tahimik na nagmamakaawang makakuha kahit katiting man lang ng pag-ibig nya. Dahil alam mo sa sarili mo, na mamahalin mo sya sa bawat saglit, kahit di nya alam.

(You resigned yourself to smiling everyday, you'll stay by her side like a ghost that silently begs for even just a little piece of her love. Because you know in yourself that you'll love her in every moment, even if she never knows.)

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Your Idol

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

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authors note: PART 3 PART 3 PART 3!!! I sincerely apologize for the delay, I'm actually still fighting my internet as of this moment so- EURGHFICJDJCND. AND ALSO I sincerely apologize if how Daniela acts in this fic isn't up to standards hshshshhs I tried my best okay

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The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

It was barely nine in the morning but the building already buzzed. KATSEYE had been called in for a “sister-group meet.” No cameras, no line-up, just a briefing that was low-key, open-ended, confidential.

They had heard of SIREN5 from both the internet, and their management who asked them to be here in the first place. They saw the teasers, the member introductions, the chaos that the group was starting to stir within people. In just a matter of 2 weeks, #SIREN5 trended in 6 countries and the amount of people curious about their music grew day by day.

Sophia led the pack, glancing down at her phone. “They rerouted us past Studio 7?” she wondered silently, never been to this side of the building before since their lounge was on the other side of the building.

The hallway outside felt too... ordinary for this building, where big things were always happening behind heavy doors.

But then the beat dropped.

A familiar drumline: KATSEYE’s own “Gnarly” started playing, from down the hall. The song started from the ending chorus, as if someone was rehearsing it. The echo sounded like someone else’s heartbeat. They paused, mouths open.

Lara blinked. “Is that us?”

The track shifted without warning, seamlessly into another beat, same rhythm, new vibe. The heavy chords of “Debut” cascaded in. The beat was the same, it was their voice they heard blasting through the speakers. The familiarity was coursing through them as they almost instinctively move to the beat, their choreography embedded so deep in them that they started moving as soon as they heard “la la la la la la la la” before they realized that it wasn't them that was supposed to be dancing.

That’s when they saw them.

Through the wide-pane glass of Studio 7, the silhouettes moved.

There were five. No, six? No, five, as expected. But they danced like the world floated around them. SYRE at the center, arms loose at her sides, eyes on something only she could see. Cami’s limbs wove around her. Hana stood as if planting the axis. Rina and Amara moved like light and flame, but it was SYRE who held them together. Silent but impossible to ignore.

The choreography matched KATSEYE’s song, but it surpassed it. It transformed it. The measures felt richer, deeper, more urgent. Seeing SIREN5 move to their music felt like watching an out of body experience, or maybe a body-swapped experience, it felt like they stepped into another universe.

Daniela realized she was tearing up, quiet tears, glistening at the corners of her eyes yet never falling. Not jealousy. Frustration maybe, but there was awe in her eyes. And a little competitive spirit started rising from the depths of her soul.

A young assistant halted in the doorway behind them, her expression a mix of apology and excitement.

"Sorry," she whispered, but didn't ask them to leave. "They... they've been using your tracks as warm-up music. 'Gnarly' and 'Debut' are like sacred practice rituals for them. They've been doing this since they got signed. They said they've been doing it for months."

"Months?" Sophia said under her breath, voice hushed. “That’s…”

"They come in earlier than everyone,” the assistant continued. “Leaves after lights-out. They're insane. But... so damn compelling."

They stood still. KATSEYE, icons in their own right, watching another group treat their music with devotion and mastery. It felt like respect. Challenge. Recognition. It was different compared to the dance covers they usually see on TikTok.

Lara huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Are we sure they’re rookies?”

That was when the atmosphere was broken by Cami's shrill scream.

“OH MY GOD! PLEASE I MESSED THAT UP! I'M SO SORRY MY LOVE, MY DARLING, MY GODDESS MEGAN” She damn near screeched, making Yoonchae flinch slightly

Lara blinked. “Wait… did she just say Megan?”

All five turned, slowly, toward Megan, who was standing stiffly by the door, wide-eyed.

“She - uh - she probably meant a different Megan,” Megan offered weakly.

“Nope,” Sophia deadpanned. “I think she meant our Megan.”

Daniela tilted her head, amused. “The goddess herself.”

Yoonchae nudged Megan’s arm. “You’ve got a fan.”

“A loud one,” Lara added.

“Pipe down, you overgrown bird.” Amara groans, sweat beading down her body.

“We need to wrap this up, meeting with KATSEYE is scheduled in 45 minutes” Hana remarked, passing each member their respective towels.

“I feel like I'm gonna have a nosebleed” You exclaimed, wiping your face gently

“Don't worry, I'll ask Daniela if she can sign your boobs.” Cami drapes her arm around you as you break out in an aggressive blush at the mere mention of the curly-haired idol.

Daniela froze.

Manon covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh.”

Yoonchae turned slowly. “Daniela.”

“I—” Daniela’s voice caught in her throat. “I… I am not signing anyone’s boobs.”

“Even when she’d let you?” Sophia teased.

“Don't do that Cami-” They hear Hana begin to warn before Rina cuts her off

“Yeah don't, she might spontaneously combust and then tattoo Daniela's signature on her boobs.” Rina pokes your cheek as you jab your finger into Cami's side which made her release you.

“I hate you both.”

Before the bickering finished, they walked away with the assistant with a chilling realization dawning on them

You were artists. Your group is thunder in human form. You were studying KATSEYE not to follow, but to leap from where they left off. Or maybe you guys are just a fan, they honestly don't know which is which.

Sophia glanced back at the window one last time. Her voice dropped into something like awe. “They’re not trying to be us.”

“No,” Daniela said finally. “They’re trying to be better.”

And the group fell silent.

Because in that moment, they all understood.

That meant they had to be better too.

It was barely nine, but the SIREN5 girls were already jittery like they drank six cups of coffee and trauma bonded over choreography. Which they did, to be honest.

You felt yourself standing oddly stiff, like you didn’t know what to do with her limbs. Cami looked five seconds away from climbing a wall. Hana was rechecking notes no one asked for, while Rina hovered behind her, whispering that her lip balm was uneven. Amara was just... pacing. Back and forth. Like a shark in sweatpants.

You’d cleaned up post-practice, sure, but the chaos still clung to you; a soft sort of adrenaline buzz that refused to wear off. Your group dynamic wasn’t rehearsed. It was lived in, granted that they've been training together for 4 years.

Then the door opened, and the air did this thing. Like it knew. It made your breath hitch, as if oxygen was suddenly gone.

KATSEYE stepped in, not loud, just there. They walked in like they owned the space. Sophia first, effortlessly beautiful and bright. Lara, sunglasses inside and her bindi shined as it caught the light, like a final boss. Megan gave a bright smile, her pink bangs bouncing slightly. Daniela had this quiet intensity, eyes sharp and unreadable. Yoonchae and Manon followed like rhythm and shadow.

There was a split second where SIREN5 forgot how to function.

“Oh my God, it’s them,” Rina whispered, visibly glitching.

Cami didn’t whisper. “Hi. Hello. I love you. Sorry.”

Daniela raised a brow. “Sorry for...?” Manon fought off a laugh as Dani replied

“Existing. Breathing near you. Being weird. Being in your space.”

You were simply frozen. Not nervous, exactly, just painfully aware of the fact that she was standing in front of the gorgeous women whose choreo you low-key cried over in your apartment at 3 a.m.

“Hi,” she said finally, and it came out soft. Small.

The KATSEYE girls could practically see phantom ears drooping down.

“SYRE, right?” Daniela asked, and somehow made eye contact feel like a dare.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’re the one with the husky vocals?”

More nodding. Possibly excessive nodding.

“She sounds better live, you should listen sometime.” Amara threw in. “It’s unfair.”

Sophia folded her arms, giving SIREN5 a once-over that wasn’t judgmental, just sizing them up like a professional might do to a team of wild horses. She very much looked like their mentors when they were in Dream Academy, just a lot more…soft. “You’re... very high energy.”

“We’re nervous,” Hana admitted. “We’ve been fans for years.”

Megan grinned. “Years?”

“We trained for four” You said. “You were the standard. Been fans since Dream Academy.”

There was a pause. Not awkward, just surprised.

“Thanks guys” Lara said, in a weird tone that made Manon try her absolute hardest not to laugh.

Director Kim finally walked in, notebook under her arm. “Right. This is less of a ‘debut media thing’ and more of an informal welcome. SIREN5, meet your label sisters. KATSEYE, these are the rookies who’ve been trending for breathing.”

Cami muttered, “We trended because I tripped in practice and called SYRE mommy.”

Director Kim ignored her. “Over the next three months, you’ll be filming mentorship content. The show launches after SIREN5’s debut — training sessions, games, one-on-ones, maybe a performance collab if it flows naturally.”

“So we’re not roommates?” Sophia asked

“No. You’ll visit each other’s houses, drop in on practices. Light stuff. But make it honest.”

“Can I please touch your closet?” Cami asked Megan, with zero shame.

“You can borrow an outfit if you survive one day of my training,” Megan shot back.

“Hah! I dare you all to survive ours” Rina beamed proudly.

“I don't think you should be proud of our training Rina, it was quite literally abusive.” You mumbled, playing with the hem of your minecraft hoodie.

Amara leaned toward Yoonchae. “You guys are, like... scary pretty.”

“You guys are like five puppies on espresso. In, like, the best way.” Yoonchae replied, her korean accent coating her words which made Rina feral in awe.

Daniela’s eyes flicked back to you, who is now sipping water to avoid dying on the spot.

“You write music too, right?” Daniela asked.

“Y-yeah. I write for us,” You nodded. “Me and Hana built most of the coming EP tracks.”

“That’s cool.” A pause. “Looking forward to hearing from you.”

And that? That was the moment. Because you stopped breathing for half a beat, then smiled. Small, but real.

The room exhaled together, and then the chatter started again as the two groups slowly acclimated to each other. It was like the stars pulling the ocean back and forth.

Two groups. Not the same. Not meant to be.

But maybe, just maybe, something was going to grow here.

Something chaotic, maybe sisterly, maybe more.

Because your group isn't something that KATSEYE expected. They really thought you were all talk, and that their management overhyped the group too much. It was supposed to be just a small drop-in. A little sister-group visit before filming began. Shake some hands, give polite encouragement, maybe cringe through a clumsy run of half-memorized choreo.

No pressure. Just a sister group check-in.

But they hadn’t made it ten steps into the studio before the music hit and something shifted.

The bass rolled like distant thunder.

Inside the studio, the lights were low, moody blues and greens washing across mirrored walls, mimicking seafoam. The music had already started, a heavy pulse that throbbed in the concrete. “Your Idol” was halfway through its prelude when Sophia opened the door, quiet and slow.

They slipped in.

And paused.

On the floor, SIREN5 was already in formation, breath synced, backs glistening with sweat, eyes locked in some collective, predatory focus, it was like they manipulated light and air around them.

You stood dead center; shoulders loose, head low, already exuding that eerie calm that came just before a performance.

And then you moved.

Not rushed. Not theatrical.

But deliberate. Controlled. Every step like you meant it.

Daniela felt her jaw drop as she and Lara lock eyes, their eyes blown out wide.

This felt different for the 6 girls. It wasn't their tune your group was dancing to. There wasn't any familiarity, no similarities. The vibe felt different, dangerously different. They didn't know what to expect, yet their eyes widened with each step, with each beat their hearts pumped out more blood, with each echoing footsteps your group did they swear they could feel it thundering in their soul.

You weren't copying their legacy anymore, you were writing your own.

Behind you, Cami twisted like smoke in a nightclub. Amara's lines were fluid and slow, all restrained elegance. Rina burned in contrast; sharp, impulsive, fire barely held together. Hana, on the other hand, moved like a conductor, steady and precise, it's like she holds the invisible threads pulling the group all together.

You moved like five instincts wired to a single nervous system.

There was a split-second error near the second verse, a step early, a hand out of place.

KATSEYE saw it.

And then watched it vanish, they watched it get swallowed, devoured by sheer instinct.

Without missing a beat, Hana adjusted her position. Rina bent her timing. Cami’s hair flip distracted perfectly, and your gaze locked forward like you’d planned it all along.

It wasn’t perfect. There were some improvements here and there, but the fluidity and instinct you've built left your seniors gasping for air.

Daniela didn’t speak. She couldn’t take her eyes off you, or rather SYRE, especially now that you had taken the mic stand and leaned into it like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.

“You're down on your knees, I'mma be your idol…”

Your voice was husky, low, like velvet burned around the edges.

It settled deep in the chest and it stayed there.

“Is that-” Megan started, then stopped herself. “That’s her real voice?”

“Why do they all sound like they ate sex appeal for breakfast?” Manon snorts at Lara's remark

Your final formation collapsed into a synchronized drop, on your knees, five bodies hitting the floor like thunder rolled in five parts.

Silence.

And then Cami wheezed like she’d just crawled out of war. “Tell my family I love them. Also I think my ass fell off.”

“You have an ass? Where is it?” Amara shot back, reaching for her water.

“Oh my god,” Rina whined. “I missed my cue again!”

“You did amazing,” Hana said gently, passing her a towel.

“Well…we all did something wrong,” Hana confirmed, still calm. “Cami stepped too far left during the first chorus. Rina’s breathing was inconsistent. Amara missed eye contact. I skipped a half count before the bridge.”

KATSEYE was in absolute awe as you all nodded, agreeing with Hana. It was rare to see a group who's actually self aware of their mistakes.

Dani's eyes flitted to you, like a moth to the flame.

You were still catching your breath, you tugged your shirt slightly down to fan your flushed skin, then pulled it up briefly, using the hem of your shirt to wipe the sweat that's gathering on your forehead. Your shoulders rose and fell, calm. Regal. Not a single drop of nervous energy in sight.

Daniela swore that she could hear bells ringing in her ears at the sight.

And then you turned around and saw KATSEYE in the doorway.

And just like that, SYRE was gone.

It was you again.

You blinked. Frozen in place for a split second.

Then you muttered rapidly as if you're not the lead vocal but the rapper.

“Oh my god I didn’t know you guys were watching. Please pretend I didn’t say that line about owning your soul. Or uh… breathe into your neck. I was possessed. That wasn’t me. That was a demon. A hot one. Who probably doesn't like bread. Which couldn't be me because I love bread.”

Daniela just stared.

And then burst out laughing along with the other girls.

“Holy shit,” Megan wheezed out. “She really is a loser trapped in a hot body.”

You willed the floor to swallow you whole, yet the floor remained unshaken.

The very next morning, the house lights flickered on one by one.

It was barely 5:50 AM, the skyline outside still dipped in gray-blue. A camera beeped softly as it flicked to life, the official start of SIREN5’s debut vlog series.

The footage opened on Hana.

No makeup, hair in a claw clip, tracksuit zipped up to her neck. Mug of black coffee in hand. She glanced sideways at the camera with the dry exhaustion of someone who’d been far too awake for far too long.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Instead, she motioned with her mug toward the hallway.

The camera panned.

Rina was already doing jumping jacks in the living room, still in pajama shorts, hair in a pineapple bun, singing some indie fairy rock song, whatever that means, at the top of her lungs.

Cami was half-dancing, half-fighting the kitchen rice cooker for her breakfast.

Amara was calmly putting on lip balm while scrolling through a digital planner.

All of them were awake, alive, running like well-oiled chaos.

Except you.

You were nowhere in sight.

At exactly 6:00 AM sharp, Hana finally sighed and addressed the camera.

“We’ve been training at 6 AM every single day for four years,” she began, eyes heavy-lidded but amused. “And Syre’s body still isn’t used to it.”

There was a loud thump offscreen.

Followed by a muffled groan and a barely coherent: “Why is the air so bright?”

Hana didn’t even look up.

“She’s the heaviest sleeper in the group. Yeah. She can’t hear her own alarm clock.”

The camera then flicks to Amara walking past the hallway with a toothbrush in her mouth and casually tossing a slipper at your closed door.

Another thump.

“SYRE, THIS IS YOUR FIVE MINUTE CALL,” Rina hollered.

“It’s 6:01!” Cami added, banging a spoon on a mug. “You’re late to being early!”

From inside the room came another groggy protest.

“Tell Geffen I’m dead. They’ll have to debut with four.”

“Girl, you wrote the debut song. What are you talking about?” Cami laughed, knocking on the locked door

“It’s what I would’ve wanted. Play my demos at the funeral.”

The camera crew was stifling laughter. Hana, as ever, remained composed.

“We’ll get her up eventually,” she said, sipping her coffee. “Just... not gracefully. Hopefully before KATSEYE gets here.”

Meanwhile, KATSEYE had been told to show up casual, no glam, no cameras, just a pre-filming house visit to SIREN5’s dorm. A bonding day. Team-building.

“Help them get comfortable,” their manager had said, sipping coffee like it was their own fuel.

So they showed up at 7:15 a.m. on a Friday. Thinking, they’ll probably still be asleep. We’ll be the early birds. Let’s bring iced americanos and look charmingly cool.

The sun was barely over the skyline, and they expected maybe, at most, a living room with throw blankets, quiet giggles, and sleepy-eyed hellos.

Instead, the moment the door opened, they were met with screaming.

“RINA I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU PUT THE COLD JADE ROLLER ON MY BACK ONE MORE TIME—”

Hana slammed the front door shut behind them and planted herself like a bodyguard in front of the girls. She was already in full leggings, hoodie zipped to her collarbones, hair in a military bun. Her smile was polite, her voice professional, and her eye twitch was barely visible. Barely.

“Good morning,” she said, bowing slightly. “Sorry for the mess. We usually train early, today was a late start.”

In the background, a pan clanged. Then Cami yelled something about hot oil and nipples. Which was followed by warnings from multiple publicists.

Megan blinked. “Did someone just— on camera?”

“Ignore it,” Hana said briskly. “You didn’t hear that.”

From the hallway, Amara appeared, brushing her teeth with one hand, holding a protein shake in the other. She looked KATSEYE up and down with her toothbrush still in her mouth and said, “Oh hey, the cool kids are here,” before disappearing into the bathroom like a cryptid.

Staff members were skillfully avoiding the groups mess as they prepare the house for filming.

Sophia tried to offer her americano to Hana. “Peace offering?”

“I appreciate it,” Hana said, taking a sip like it was morphine. “They’ve all been up for an hour, maybe two. Except Syre. She’s…” A pause. Her eyes flicked to the hallway. “…still powering on.”

“Still?” Lara echoed. “Isn’t it already-”

“She’s the heaviest sleeper among us,” Hana said, voice tight. “We’ve been training at 6 a.m. every day for four years. Doesn’t matter. Syre would sleep through the apocalypse if we let her.”

Just then, a loud THUD echoed from the back room.

“SYRE!” Hana bellowed, finally losing her cool. “GET UP. WE HAVE GUESTS.”

A muffled “FUCK YOU” came back.

“I said what I said,” Hana muttered, sighing deeply as if in pain. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

KATSEYE tried not to laugh. They failed.

Manon leaned closer to Sophia and whispered, “We’re chaotic, but this is... spiritual. Borderline insanity”

“It’s like four feral cats in a trench coat,” Sophia agreed. “And Hana is the trench coat.”

Daniela had barely stepped through the living room archway before a feathered headband flew past her shoulder.

Manon ducked.

Lara blinked as a tank top flew past her face and landed on a houseplant.

Daniela said nothing. She was too busy watching, absorbing the chaos like it was performance art, with her eyebrow quirking up ever so slightly.

Sophia blinked. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes,” Hana answered dryly. “But today’s tame.”

“Tame?!” Lara whispered, clinging to Megan’s arm like they’d entered a mythical beast’s den. “I just side-stepped a flying bra.”

Cami emerges from the hallway with glitter under her eyes, paused mid-step.

“Oh my god. Are we filming? Are we hot? Is that Megan in my house? IS THAT RISING GLOBAL POP STAR SENSATION LARA RAJ?!?! Is this a lucid dream or should I remove the bra from the lamp?”

Then it happened.

You stumbled out of your room, clearly just rejoining the land of the living.

Bedhead? Terminal. Fizzed and defying gravity in directions that shouldn’t be possible unless struck by lightning.

Eyes? Barely open, half-lidded and teary.

Onesie? Full-body angry penguin, feet and all.

You looked like someone who had gone to war in a dream and barely made it out alive.

A single slipper flopped against the floor with each step. You squinted at the living room, yawned hard enough to trigger an earthquake and your hand gripped a half-finished lukewarm energy drink like your life depended on it.

You squinted at the light, cursing it for ever existing. You didn’t notice the guests. You didn't notice the lights. You didn't notice anything.

Not until you scratched your belly, which looked ridiculous in a onesie, turned the corner fully into view, and stopped dead in your tracks.

Your eyes widened almost comically. There. On your couch. In your safe zone. Sat Daniela Avanzini. Gorgeous. Glowing. Wearing a smug half-smile and a hoodie like she invented the concept of leisurewear. Elbows on knees. Eyes locked on you. She looks like a fever dream with clear skin and smoky eyes.

Your jaw dropped.

You blinked. Then blinked again.

You looked down at your cartoon onesie like it had betrayed you. You wiggled your fingers. Whispered to yourself, “One, two, three, four, five…”

Then, louder: “Nope. Not dreaming. No fucking way. F*ck me gently with a chainsaw. ”

Cami was delighted, soaking up your shame and embarrassment

“She’s real, babe,” she sing-songed. “Keep up.”

“No. Nope. I reject reality, No.” you said with full sincerity. “I’m dreaming. I’m hallucinating. I drank too much electrolyte water. I can’t be seeing Daniela Avanzini on my ugly couch, where we dropped ramen broth last week.” you declared, turning around to escape.

You hear Hana sigh audibly behind you. “Don’t say that out loud, please.”

But you must've done something incredibly cruel in your past life as karma would have it, your foot tripped over Rina's damn bra that she had yeeted earlier across the floor, and you went down.

With a dramatic thud, you faceplanted into a convenient throw pillow and let out a muffled, soul-broken, groan. “I hate this timeline. I’ll just die here, Please don’t perceive me, I'm in the process of decomposing.”

“Are you okay?” Daniela was standing now, genuinely concerned, one brow raised and the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at her mouth.

“No,” you groaned into the cushion. “But please pretend none of this happened. Especially not the scratching. Or the counting. Or the internal breakdown. I’d like to start this day over and this time not emotionally detonate in front of my crush, uh… I mean a colleague. Industry peer. Company sister. Fellow idol. Woman I respect very respectfully.”

Daniela blinked once.

Then she laughed.

Full-bodied. Warm. Colorful. Like sunlight through a stained-glass window.

“She’s been in love with you since your debut. It’s kind of her origin story.” Cami smiled sweetly

“Stop talking.” you groaned into the pillow.

“She’ll reboot in ten minutes,” Rina added. “Maybe twenty if you smile at her.”

Daniela was definitely amused, you were crumpled into the floor, folding in on yourself as if you're willing yourself to melt into the floor. She then saw your head move, a tiny movement but it was noticeable nonetheless. She flicked her gaze to your peeking eyes, and smiled.

You instantly hid like a frightened squirrel and she swears she saw steam coming out of your ears.

Hana stepped over you, coffee still in hand. “Welcome to our home,” she told KATSEYE, like this was all normal.

Sophia looked around, then back to her group. “Should we… help?”

“God, no,” Lara replied. “I want to see what happens next.”

Rina then walked to the camera, whispering to the vlog, “This is SYRE by the way. Idol by night. Gay gremlin by morning. This is the girl you're making thirst edits of.”

“Jesus Christ, okay.” Hana muttered. “Manon, Sophia, Lara, Yoonchae, please sit down. You can have the couch. Would any of you like something? I’m trying to preserve what’s left of our dignity.”

Yoonchae, meanwhile, stood completely still, eyes wide as a deer. “This is a sitcom. We’ve entered a sitcom.”

Lara, bless her, just sipped her drink. “You know, I thought we were the unpredictable ones.”

“We are" said Megan. “I think we’ve met our match.”

And on the floor, finally dragging yourself up to a seated position, you glanced sideways at Daniela, who looked back at you like she knew.

You fixed your penguin hood, hiding under it as if it can shield you from your shame.

“Good morning.” you mumbled.

She smiled. “Morning, SYRE.”

You died again, surely you're in heaven now. If heaven had terrified publicists and giggling staff.

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Your Idol

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

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authors note: part 2!!!! im so sorry no daniela yet!! they're gonna meet at part 3!! i hope you enjoy the fic and im so sorry there's so much world building and backstories and stuff, i got carried away gvnfkkcidid

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

Coming home after a rehearsal to a cold apartment really was a very lonely experience.

Usually you just pull out instant ramen, pour hot water in it, leave it for 3 minutes while you scroll through the KATSEYE tag on whatever social media platform you wanted that day, eat the ramen, brush your teeth, take a bath while singing My Way, and then pass out on your bed naked.

Imagine your surprise when your phone pinged in your lonely apartment just before you sleep that night.

It was a chat in the group chat you had with the girls, your ever stoic manager chatted:

“Meeting. 10 AM. Don’t be late.”

You damn near peed your pants, your body vibrating with energy that barely let you sleep. Sure there were a plethora of meetings that happened since you started training, yet there was something different about this one.

And now you were here. Sitting around a too-white table, under too-bright lights, in a room that smelled like fresh markers and stale decisions.

The studio felt different that morning.

Not heavier, just... quieter. No one had yelled. No one had assigned you drills or given notes on vocal placements. You didn't even step foot in the practice room yet.

Looking around, you noticed that everyone looked a little confused. Cami was chewing gum like a burly gangster trying to be intimidating in a low budget action fil. Rina was braiding and unbraiding a section of her hair, a nervous habit of hers. Amara leaned back with her arms crossed. Hana was silent and still.

Chae walked in, binder in hand, heels clicking like she's a devil with pointy shoes. The five of you unconsciously sat up, eyes alert. You glanced to the side and saw that Cami, who you were sitting beside, was bouncing her leg anxiously. You placed your hand on her knee, not to stop her, but to comfort her as you traced circles with your thumb.

“I’m not going to drag this out,” she said, setting the folder down.

“I owe you all transparency. Especially after everything you’ve given.”

You swallow thickly, straightening your spine even more as a near suffocating atmosphere seemed to envelope the room

“Three months ago, our label filed for bankruptcy.”

It felt like the entire room exhaled, no one gasped, no one screamed. Just exhaled, like the floor had cracked and no one was sure whether to run or just fall. It felt like a brief moment of silence as the ball fell on your side of the court.

Cami blinked slowly. “You’re joking.”

Chae shook her head. “We did everything to keep it from impacting your work. We had enough in reserve to finish your current cycle. Barely.”

Hana’s voice cut through. “So what happens now?”

Chae opened the folder. Inside were several printed documents, a glossy black Geffen Records folder, and a stamped letter.

“You’re being absorbed. Quietly. Fully. Geffen bought out the remainder of the label’s assets under one condition.”

No one breathed.

“That they get you.”

You blinked. “Us?”

“SIREN5,” she clarified.

“The reps came to observe. They watched your last training session. Requested all the footage of your training and basically everything under your name.” She then cracked a small smile

Rina’s mouth dropped open. “They saw that? When I tripped mid-spin?”

“They saw all of it,” Chae confirmed.

“And they still want us?” Amara said softly.

That was the most shocking part.

Chae smiled again. Something small, tired, but real.

“They don’t want you. They’re betting on you. Full investment. Showcase, group house, press, stylists, choreography team, international licensing, streaming support, the works.”

You stared at your lap.

So it wasn’t all for nothing.

The four years.

The aching joints.

The breakdowns.

The near-debuts that never came.

The self-doubt.

The hope.

You swallowed thickly. “So this is real.”

“This is happening,” Chae said. “Geffen’s officially launching you as their first diverse and openly queer girl group. They want to introduce you at the mid-year showcase. It’s in six months.”

Cami made a sound halfway between a laugh and a scream.

Rina immediately burst into tears.

Amara reached for her hand.

Hana, ever the calm one, leaned forward and spoke with finality:

“...We’re debuting.”

And Cami, ever the menace followed up with “I can't believe I'm going to live with you freaks.”

Chae and Hana shot her a look as you let out a small laugh.

A week passed and after multiple meetings with a whirlwind of officials, lawyers and drafted contracts and you were handed a camera to film your moving in day.

You never realized how poor you were until Geffen started handing you things.

The things they gave you were heavy. They were unapologetically expensive and upon noticing your bewildered expression, the staff merely said: “That's honestly the bare minimum.”

They definitely weren't subtle, they weren't flashy either but they handed you expensive stuff as if it were common sense.

Because nothing about this house was common sense.

You’d lived apart before, cheaper that way, easier to rotate, less liability for the label. And much more fun for rotating sleepovers.

Now?

You stood in the front entryway of what could only be described as a K-drama lead's divorce house. Two floors. High ceilings. Polished floors that threatened to make you slip with every socked step. Carpets that were fluffy to the touch. Curtains that seemed to stretch for days. Slippers that were embroidered with your names.

You could only manage an owlish blink that made the camera man chuckle

“There’s a balcony,” Amara said, stunned. “We have a fucking balcony.”

“We have more than one toilet,” Cami gasped, already running upstairs.

“We have bathrooms in our own rooms!” She shouted from the top of the stairs

“Is that—” Hana squinted at the corner of the kitchen. “Is that a steam oven?”

“I don’t even know what that is, I only know microwaves and air fryers” Rina whispered in awe.

You wheeled your suitcase in last, blinking in the soft morning light pouring through the glass facade. Your reflection caught in the spotless glass windows, wide-eyed, overwhelmed, still wearing your old sneakers with patchy colors from years of dancing abuse.

Cami ran back down the stairs with a camera already filming from her point of view as if there wasn't a camera crew in every room.

“Alright bitches, say hi to our new home! This is our official moving-in vlog! I’m your host, future world star and modest icon, Cami of SIREN5—”

“—your villain arc is already showing,” Hana muttered, fixing her bangs in the mirror.

“Don't call our fans bitches.” Amara deadpanned, closing the door behind one staff that's carrying the last of our stuff; Rina's plushie collection.

Rina skipped up beside Cami and waved, grinning.

“I call dibs on the room with the pastel wallpaper! It matches my soul!”

Amara approached then quickly, gently prying the camera from Cami’s hands.

“You’re holding it upside down.”

“Shit.”

You hovered by the edge of the living room, unsure whether to cry or laugh or lie down on the cool marble floor and emotionally reboot.

“Hey,” Hana said gently, nudging you with her shoulder. “You okay?”

Looking around at the messy living room filled with boxes labeled with your names, the sleek interior of your new home, the blinding lights, and the buzzing camera crew and staff. You breathed out a breath you didn't know you were holding until you felt like you were losing oxygen.

“Hana, stab me right now I think I'm dreaming.”

“What-”

Cami ran by again with a kitchen knife and a bell pepper.

Rina screamed.

Amara confiscated both.

The camera filmed everything. Every chaotic thing.

And somewhere in the chaos, you realized this wasn’t temporary.

This was home.

The conference room smelled faintly of citrus and new leather, the kind of sterile-yet-pleasant scent that told you: important people had been here before. You sat between Hana and Cami, trying to pretend your palms weren’t sweating. A small bottle of water with “SIREN5 – Internal Creative Session” printed on the label rested in front of you. You didn’t plan on drinking it. You planned on keeping it forever. Preferably in a glass case, forever displayed.

Across from you sat the Geffen team: creative directors, PR strategists, branding leads, international coordinators, and a few stylists, all sleek and professional, tapping notes onto tablets. At the center sat Director Kim, sharp-eyed but not unkind, with a pen held delicately between two fingers like a conductor’s baton.

“First of all,” she said, folding her hands, “welcome, officially. We’ve been reviewing your footage, your training, your evaluations, your work. We know this isn’t your first label, but let’s be honest. This is your beginning.”

“Thank you for trusting us,” Hana replied, voice smooth and steady, the practiced anchor of the group. You felt a small surge of comfort hearing her speak like that. She was undoubtedly professional, assured, dependable.

Director Kim gave a small nod. “We’ll begin with concept framing, then move into content plans. Sounds good?”

It did, even if your knee wouldn’t stop bouncing. It was now Cami's turn to smirk at you as she places her too fucking warm hand on your knee, tracing patterns absent-mindedly as you both listened intently.

A projector flickered to life behind the staff table, illuminating the words “SIREN5: Global Storytelling Through Myth, Music, and Mystery.” It was surreal, a fever dream actually seeing your group’s name printed so neatly. So... real, So professional. Kinda cringey.

The woman next to Kim, Soojin as she introduced herself, one of the international strategy leads, took over and clicked to the next slide.

“You all know the name SIREN5 wasn’t picked at random,” she said. “This group isn’t just vocals. It’s mythology. Each member ties into a distinct cultural variation of the ‘siren’ figure. Some romanticized, some feared. The idea is to build modern archetypes that connects across cultures. With the influx of groups, we expect you to steal hearts.”

She clicked again, revealing five symbols on-screen; your official emblems. You leaned forward without realizing, a small smile grazing your lips.

“Amara represents fire” she continued. “The classical Greek siren: fiery, grounded, magnetic. Her symbol is a molten conch shell.”

“Yeah cause she's always hot-headed” Cami snorts beside you. Which made you chuckle quietly, both of you straightening up when Hana threw you both a scalding glare.

“Behave.” She mouthed, motioning to Soojin

“Rina is light,” she gestured, “inspired by Slavic and Baltic water spirits: playful, ethereal, deceptively powerful. A glowing jellyfish is her sigil.”

“Hana,” she said, with a nod toward your leader, “represents the storm. She channels Japanese sea spirits: stillness masking violent elegance. A spiraling tide for hers.”

“Cami,” Soojin went on with a small smile, “is the abyss. A mix of West African water lore and Mediterranean mystery. She’s chaos, charm, and pure instinct. Her symbol is the watching eye in a whirlpool.” (Charybdis anyone?)

Finally, she turned to you. “And SYRE... the shadow. Based on fragmented siren myths: nameless, faceless, shapeless ones who didn’t sing to lure, but to warn. But people followed anyway. A broken compass, corrupted by rust and grief.”

All eyes turned to you.

Your throat worked. “SYRE is my stage name.” you clarified. “Spelled that way because I liked the way it looked. Like a title, or… a question. It's not an acronym for anything, I just like it.”

Soojin tilted her head, thoughtful. “It’s clean. Gender-neutral. Intriguing. That fits your... duality.”

You blinked. “My what?”

“The personality contrast,” Jin, the stylist, chimed in from the side. “You’re, like… completely normal. A little awkward. Quiet. Kinda badass. Definitely sexy. And then we saw your pre-debut footage and thought someone uploaded the wrong clip.”

“I thought you were the intern at first” a staff member said, stunned.

Cami smirked. “It’s her superpower.”

“She's the golden retriever off-cam, dominatrix onstage,” Rina added with a grin.

You covered your face with both hands as the team chuckled. “I didn’t ask to be perceived like this.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Director Kim said. “We’ll shape it. It makes you memorable.”

“Personality dissonance” Soojin murmured again. “We’ll use that. It's very useful since you are the center.”

Beside you, Hana leaned forward, cutting through the playful glances thrown your way.

“There’s also something we wanted to show you,” she said, sliding a small black USB across the table. “We’ve been compiling everything we’ve worked on over the past four years. Writing, recording, choreo. It’s labeled by usability.”

You added, “We call it The Vault. There’s also a backup copy in the Cloud. And a third one on Hana’s external drive, because she’s paranoid.”

“I’m prepared.” Hana replied flatly.

The projector switched to a live file preview, showing neatly labeled folders:

With Choreo, No Choreo, Acoustic Tests, Voice Notes, SYRE – Personal Folder (in which contained the groups raw voices labeled by name), and even a Too Gay to Release folder (which Cami, very proudly, named).

The room stilled as one of the producers clicked on a demo. “Ocean” You hadn’t listened to it in months, maybe years. It was the very song you applied with.

Your voice came through the speakers; low, breathy, raspy, but full of intention. A song about drowning in love, without ever touching the surface. A song about fatal attraction. The rhythm was engineered by Hana, heavy notes leaning towards ballads yet there are unmistakable heavy drops from the bass. It felt like a song that drowns sailors, a song that causes shipwrecks.

When it ended, the PR manager scribbled something in her notes.

“That was you on vocals?” one of the producers asked, blinking.

You nodded slowly.

“Yeah. That’s me when I’m not overthinking it.”

“Then we won’t ask you to overthink…” Director Kim said simply. “Just flow, write what comes to mind. We'll help you polish it.”

She pulled up a different tab on her tablet and glanced down the table. “You’re all involved in the creative, but let’s also talk about the structure. We’ll give you a little freedom, but there are boundaries.”

The group straightened up, even Rina seemed to still as we all waited with bated breath for the rules.

Director Kim tapped her pen against the table, her voice calm but clear as she transitioned to the next part of the meeting. “We’re not here to babysit, you're all legal adults, but we do want to avoid problems before they happen. This is for everyone’s protection: yours, the team’s, the fans’, and the company’s.”

You could tell from the subtle shift in the room that this was the part no one could afford to tune out.

“No dating scandals during the debut cycle,” Kim started. “That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be human. You’re allowed to flirt. You’re allowed to be openly queer. You’re allowed to exist as yourselves. But don’t let anyone catch you in a public mess we can’t control. You'll be assigned one publicist and manager each. God knows you need one each based off the footage alone.”

“Define public mess,” Cami said, raising a hand. She wasn’t trying to be difficult, it was her tone, half-genuine, half-mischief. “Like... am I allowed to tweet about wanting to kiss people on the lips? Or is that a scandal?”

Soojin, the digital strategist, didn’t even look up from her tablet. “Keep it vague, cheeky, and in-character. No real names. No drunken selfies. And don’t reply to fan thirst traps unless you’re ready to deal with the fallout, backlash and the fangirling.”

“Noted,” Cami said, already typing something into her Notes app.

“No fighting online,” added another staffer. “No subtweeting exes. No vaguebooking. If you’ve got a private account, keep it private. We’ll trust you with it, unless you break that trust.”

You glanced at Hana, who gave you a barely-there nod. She already knew this. She lived for this kind of structure.

“You’ll have a say in your socials,” Soojin continued. “We’re not stripping you of your voice. But the team will approve captions for official content. Fan interactions? Use your judgment. Post dumb stuff. Be weird. Just don’t be reckless.”

Cami raised her hand again. “Can we swear?”

That made some of the staff pause. Then one of them, a younger coordinator with a nose piercing, actually smiled.

“In interviews? No. In lyrics? Maybe. Depends on the market. On live?” She shrugged. “Mild swearing might be fine if it fits the brand. You dropping the f-bomb in a livestream while eating noodles? Maybe not.”

“What if it’s a really passionate noodle experience?” Cami asked.

“Then you better sing about it in the next comeback.” said the staff in a deadpan tone.

The room chuckled, even Director Kim cracked a smile.

“Bottom line,” she said, “You’re not dolls. We’re not asking for robots. But there’s a spotlight now. It’s hot. And it lasts longer if you’re smart under it.”

“No internal competition,” Soojin added, her voice a little softer.

“We know some groups thrive on ranking. But SIREN5 doesn’t do that. You debut as a unit. You fall as a unit. If someone’s struggling, you carry them. That’s the brand. That’s the promise.”

Amara looked around at the girls and gave a quiet nod. “Understood.”

“And lastly” Kim said, pushing back slightly from the table, “if something doesn’t feel right, with styling, music, press, anything. Say something. No one’s going to push you into something you hate, or something you're uncomfortable with, not if we can avoid it. We signed you because we believe in your voice, in your presence. Don’t give it up just to fit some imaginary mold.”

You felt the breath leave your chest a little. Not in fear, but in relief.

It wasn’t freedom, not entirely. But it wasn’t a cage either. And that was enough for you and your girls.

Director Kim was about to close her notebook when she paused, finger tapping against the edge of the table.

“One more thing,” she said, voice even, eyes flicking toward the end of your row. “Cami.”

Everyone turned toward her. Cami blinked, caught mid-sip of iced coffee like a kid getting called by the principal.

“Yes?” she said, smiling innocently. Too innocent.

“You know what I’m going to say.”

“No, not really, but I’m excited to find out.”

A couple of the Geffen staff tried to hide their smiles. Soojin didn’t even bother.

Director Kim leaned forward, sliding her tablet across the table until a paused video sat frozen mid-frame. You could just make out Cami in your old practice room, half-sweaty, mid-hair flip, grabbing the mic like it owed her money and moaning into it with the kind of breathy drama usually reserved for 2AM phone calls.

The audio wasn’t even playing and you still flushed, remembering the moment. A pink tinge starts to creep up your neck and stains the tips of your ears.

“You do this a lot,” Director Kim said. Calm yet not unkind.

Cami squinted at the screen. “I… don’t recall.”

“You’ve moaned ‘choke me, mommy’ at least five times in half the training clips alone,” Soojin added, scrolling casually through a timestamped spreadsheet of incidents. “Three of them directed at SYRE.”

You stared straight ahead, very determined not to implode in both embarrassment and panic.

Hana sighed. “I told her to stop putting ‘moan like a pornstar’ in the demo instructions.”

“That was one time!” Cami protested. “And she hit the note, didn’t she?”

“She almost choked,” Rina snorted. “Literally.”

Director Kim gave her a look that was somehow both weary and amused. “Look, we like that you’re playful. Flirty. It works with your image, and it’s clearly real. We’re not asking you to tone it down.”

“But we are asking for boundaries,” Soojin said. “Especially with your groupmates. We don’t want your fans to edit your fancams and live clips and hear you simping over SYRE like your rent’s due.”

“Too late.” Cami mumbled under her breath.

You choked on air.

“We’re not saying no flirting,” Director Kim added, a touch gentler now. “Just... no confusion. Don’t tease in ways that create problems you don’t actually want to deal with.”

“Yes, because God forbid Cami actually deals with the consequences of her actions.” Amara deadpans, taking a sip of her water

“So, no more licking the mic and calling her mommy?”

“Please, god, no,” Amara muttered, barely managing to swallow.

“Oh my fucking God.” You groaned, burying your now warm and bright red face into the palm of your hands

“Just be deliberate,” Kim said. “If it’s a bit, commit to the bit. If it’s real… keep it clean.”

Cami lifted a hand in surrender. “Understood. I’ll save my thirst for the stage.”

“And maybe,” Rina added “just, like, throttle down the slutty banter by ten percent.”

“I can give you seven percent,” Cami negotiated.

“Five,” said Hana.

“Final offer.”

Director Kim smiled faintly. “Compromise. That’s what makes a good group work.”

The moment passed with a warm ripple of laughter. Nothing tense. Nothing heavy. Just people learning how to be better around each other, in front of the world.

Beside you, Cami leaned in and whispered “Just so you know, I will still refer to your vocals as sex.”

“Just so you know,” you whispered back, “I’m making a folder for every time you say that and sending it to the PR team.”

Cami grinned. “Kinky.”

You buried your face in your hands. Again.

As the meeting wound down, there was a quiet sense of momentum, not noise. No confetti or group hug. Just a hallway of people who respected your work a little more now than they did walking in.

When you stood to leave, someone near the back called out, “SYRE?”

You turned.

“I hope you’re ready,” they said, grinning. “Because once that name hits the teaser, it’s over.”

You smiled faintly, tucking your USB back into your pocket.

“That's good,” you said. “We’ve been waiting.”

As you walked away, Cami fell into step with you, she nudged your shoulder before wiggling her brows.

“Do you think Dani sat in the same chair as you?”

Her question was simple. It was soft, barely audible, and teasing. Yet it just dawned on you that you're now under the same label as Daniela fucking Avanzini.

You opened your mouth to reply but Cami's laugh interrupted you before you even started defending yourself.

“You're so fucking red!” She said between laughs

That's it. You're suffocating her with a pillow when she sleeps tonight, but the freak might like it, so you decided otherwise.

The first real shoot-day didn’t feel real until the makeup brushes and wet sponge hit your face.

By then, the practice rooms had been swapped out for professional sets. Cold studio lights hung overhead like miniature suns, buzzing softly above the silence of deep focus. The floor was slick black vinyl, polished to a mirror sheen that reflects the lights overhead making it look ethereal. You weren’t in the practice room anymore. You were on set.

The production staff: stylists, lighting techs, brand coordinators, even a surprisingly chill vocal director, moved with choreographed efficiency. And yet, for all the order, the chaos of SIREN5 was inescapable.

“Rina,” someone muttered into a headset, “please stop twirling in circles, your dress has wires-”

“I am the storm,” she declared, spinning again, eyes glowing under the shimmer of her glitter liner.

“She’s light,�� Amara corrected, half-laughing. “I’m the storm.”

“Actually, I’m the storm,” Hana called from her spot beside the monitor, lips curled slightly in amusement as she sipped from her thermos.

“Not even 3 days since the meeting and you're all stealing each others emblem.” A staff member teased, flipping through his clipboard.

You adjusted your collar. You wore a black long-sleeved pantsuit structured, subtly sculpted to frame your figure, and squinted at your reflection in the backlit mirror. The smoky eye was intense. The hair was gelled back and braided like some kind of sea-witch royalty.

Behind you, a production assistant passed, muttering, “SYRE looks like she could murder a man with a microphone.”

“Only if he deserves it,” you replied under your breath.

The staff chuckled. It was happening more often now, these little cracks in the wall between them and you. The stylist started saving your favorite lip tint. The lighting tech figured out Cami’s best angle within an hour. Someone on the sound team brought Rina a matching sticker for her water bottle without being asked. They weren’t just working with you, they were starting to get you.

They decided on your two debut tracks merely 2 days after that initial meeting, having sifted through your drafts.

“Ocean”

“Your Idol”

You first recorded the teaser footage for Ocean: with the help of your music production team, it evolved into a slow, sensual, storm-laced track laced with heavy bass and breathy harmonies.

The director suddenly called a pause between takes.

“Cami, less hips, more menace.”

“Menacing hips,” she muttered. “Got it.”

You choked on your water as she turned to wink at you, lips curled around a private joke. Rina rushed to her to give her a high-five.

Meanwhile, Hana was calmly giving the stylists notes on the way Amara’s cape flowed when she turned

“Too much drag, not enough snap. She needs to feel like a tsunami, not a vampire.” she spoke as the staff member wrote it down.

By the time they shifted sets for Your Idol, the mood had become looser, yet intense, the lighting warmer, yet heavy. The camera tracks your steps with seductive precision. The choreography was sharp and intentional, moving like silk caught in a riptide. You weren’t just performing. You were inviting. You were luring.

Hours later, the girls peeled off their stagewear and into coordinated interview outfits: sleek monochrome pieces with different textures: velvet, silk, mesh. The studio lighting was gentler now, shadows controlled, backdrops glowing with soft seafoam gradients.

The director gave the go-ahead. The camera rolled.

Five girls stood in a staggered formation. Coordinated, but not matching. One sea. Five currents.

You stood at center, hands behind your back, trying to look intimidating and not like you’d had a minor existential crisis in the bathroom ten minutes earlier.

The mic lowered.

Cami, grinning too wide, whispered: “Deep breaths, SYRE. No more puking.”

“I didn’t puke,” you hissed.

“I heard the dry heave.”

“Shut up-”

“Rolling!”

Everyone snapped into formation, Hana's voice cutting through your nervous bundle of nerves and she counts down.

The group bowed lightly, synchronized.

“Hello! We are—”

“SIREN5!”

The energy crackled instantly. Their voices overlapped: harmonized, even in a simple greeting.

Hana took point, as usual, voice smooth but warm. “We’re a five-member vocal and performance girl group under Geffen Records, and we’re proud to be debuting as an openly queer, international lineup.”

“Our concept blends storytelling, music, and performance,” Amara added, arms folded, chin lifted. “Each of us represents a different force of the sea.”

“And we’re hella gay,” Cami grinned. “Don’t forget that part.”

The camera crew laughed behind the monitor.

“We’ve been training together for four years.” Rina said, “so we’re not just teammates. We’re basically trauma-bonded at this point.”

“Speak for yourself,” you muttered under your breath, which only made Rina grin wider.

“We’ve cried together, fought together, and survived Cami’s singing in the shower.” She continued

“It’s art,” Cami cut in.

“It’s a war crime.” Rina shot back, and the entire team behind the camera chuckled.

“But really,” Hana said, bringing it back. “SIREN5 isn’t just about the allure of mythology. We’re also about voice. Pull. Power. The way music moves you. The way identity claims you.”

There was a brief pause, before Hana continues

“As our center, we have SYRE, our siren of shadows.”

You gave a slow, nod-like bow, a small smile plastered on your face. “Vocalist, lyricist, and resident ‘mystery’ even though I still collect Pokémon cards.”

Rina laughed.

“She’s scary but cries at cartoons,” Amara added.

“She’s also hot,” Cami said, winking.

Hana raised her mic. “Moving on—”

“This is Cami, siren of the abyss.”

Cami struck a pose, tongue between teeth. “Sub-rapper, lead dancer, and emotional support menace. I flirt, I spin, I forget my lines sometimes, but I look good doing it.”

“She’s bisexual chaos energy,” you added.

“Like you’re one to talk,” she smirked back.

“I'm literally gay, Cami. Full on girl-kisser.”

“Amara, siren of flame,” Hana said next, cutting off the banter that was brewing.

Amara gave a slight nod. “Main dancer, lead vocalist. I burn slow. But I don’t go out.”

“She’s our softest mean girl,” Cami whispered, and Amara didn’t deny it.

“Rina, our jellyfish girl.”

Rina twirled dramatically. “Vocalist, face of the group. I sting and sparkle. Duality, baby.”

“Also hoards skincare like it’s currency,” you muttered. “Also hey! I thought I was the face.”

“And finally,” Hana said, voice fond, “I'm Hana. Siren of the storm. Leader. Composer. I keep these freaks from burning the dorm down.”

“She once caught a cockroach with her bare hands.” Amara said.

“And then chased Cami with it,” Rina grinned.

“I don’t regret it,” Hana replied flatly.

“Together, we are SIREN5.”

The lights dimmed then, the director’s voice ringing out the bustling space.

“CUT! Alright, let’s roll individual intros.”

One by one, you were pulled into the recording room.

Inside, a boom mic hovered above a stool. A glowing sign read: SIREN5 – MEMBER INTRODUCTION TAPING.

Rina went first, legs crossed, voice syrupy and warm. “Hi, I’m Rina. I’m your jellyfish girl. I might look like a Disney princess, but I’ll ruin your life with a smile. I like pink, mint chocolate, mind games, and holding eye contact until men get uncomfortable.”

Behind the camera, Cami fake-swooned. “She’s the reason we need an HR department.”

Cami followed, draped across the stool like she owned it. “Yo. Cami. I’m the group’s abyss. I am, regrettably, everyone’s type. My hobbies include flirting with my members, getting away with it, and terrorizing the vocal coach.” She chuckled in that deep sultry voice that reverberated throughout the studio.

“By the way, I flirt with everyone, but I only simp for my groupmates.” Cami said proudly. “Especially SYRE, who is unfortunately immune to my charm. I still try though.”

“Because I have taste,” you called from off-set.

“Trauma,” Cami corrected. “You have trauma.”

Amara kept it simple. “Amara. Flame siren. I sing, I sweat, I survive. Don’t let the calm fool you, I will outlast you.”

She clears her throat before she continues: “I like early mornings, clean choreography, and not being touched unless I initiate it.”

“I still have her old voice memo of her sleep-talking about chicken nuggets,” you added from off-camera. Amara looked at you, blinked, and said, “That was a dark time.”

Hana’s was cleaner, of course. “Leader. Vocalist. Choreographer. I’m the eye of the storm, and I believe in precision and power. The only thing I’m soft for is my members. I’m the group’s anchor. I write when SYRE is stuck and I drive when Cami loses her wallet.”

“Which is always,” Cami yelled.

“She has a spreadsheet for our emotions,” Rina added, shaking her head.

Then it was your turn.

You took a breath, settled into the seat, and looked into the lens.

“SYRE,” you said, simply. “Spelled S-Y-R-E. Siren of shadows. I'm the group’s main lyricist, sub-vocalist, and problem, depending on who you ask. I come from the ocean trench. I sing low and live lower. I sing low, think loud, and dance like I mean it. I write songs that sound like heartbreak, hunger, or both. I don’t talk much unless it’s important. This is important.”

You blinked, then added, because you couldn’t help yourself.

“Also, I’m not intimidating, I just have really bad shrimp posture and naturally sharp cheekbones. Please don’t be scared of me.”

Outside the booth, the staff burst into laughter.

Someone muttered, “Oh god, they really are just a loser trapped in a hot body.”

And from the back, Cami’s voice rang loud and clear:

“SHE’S MY LOSER.”

You cleared your throat then, fighting back the slight blush as you continued

“I trained for four years. Failed twice. Thought I’d just be a songwriter. But somehow, I ended up here, with them, with this. And I don’t regret a second of it.”

There was a long pause, and then:

“I look like I’ll kill you. But I will, in fact, cry if you compliment my lyrics.”

Someone behind the camera cooed. Cami clapped. Rina yelled “REAL!”

You blinked at the lens.

“...So please compliment my lyrics.”

And with that, your teaser shoot ended with laughter and lukewarm water.

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drop more lore ! drop more lore ! we want more! we want more !

WELL may I present

SIREN5 and their character profiles

pls have mercy on my and my unimaginative naming sense. if any of the names here are insulting in the slightest, pls know that I made these using a name generator and I wouldn't hesitate to change it in a heartbeat

Group Name: SIREN5

Label: Geffen Records (formerly under Venari Entertainment)

Debut: July 19, 2025

Debut Songs: "OCEAN" & "Your Idol"

Years of Training Together: 4

Concept: Dangerous elegance, queer chaos, gay panic, Dark Romance-esque, genre-blending sound (alt-pop, R&B, dark synth, ballads)

Fanbase Name: Sailors

Group Symbol: An oil lantern

MEMBERS BY AGE:

⛈️ Hana

“The leader with a permanent soft scowl and a terrifying work ethic.��

Full Name: Han Yujin Seo-jin

Age: 26

Position: Leader, Main Vocal, Producer

Stage Persona: Elegant, poised, emotionally intense, fans often say she's like a puppeteer

Off-Stage: Cool-headed but caring. The group’s mom and unofficial scheduler. Always has tea and heat patches. Always has throat lozenges.

Vocals: Technical powerhouse (too technical she knows every vocal term there is and you're often like '???'), warm resonance, excellent falsetto

Dance Style: Precise, fluid, regal

Queer Identity: Lesbian

Languages Known: English, Korean

Fun Fact: Has spreadsheets for everything. Has threatened to disband the group over someone drinking her almond milk. Uses "idiot" as an endearment. Baker. Bakes a lot when stressed.

Fan Nicknames: Ice Queen, CEO Mommy, Momager, Captain Mommy

🌪Cami

“If bisexual chaos were a person.”

Full Name: Camila Isidora Reyes Delgado

Age: 24

Position: Main Dancer, Sub-Vocalist

Stage Persona: Wild, sensual, electric energy

Off-Stage: Flirty, loud, effortlessly charming. Constantly teasing Reader. Probably the cause of most chaos.

Vocals: Smoky tone, mostly used in low-register adlibs

Dance Style: Explosive, playful, expressive

Queer Identity: Pansexual/Bisexual (she's confused cause she literally flirts with everyone and anyone)

Languages Known: English, Spanish, Old Latin (for some fucking reason)

Fun Fact: Got a rainbow tattoo on her tit because of a dare. Calls it her “bisexual battle scar.” Ballroom dances are her passion: Waltz is her favorite followed by Tango, Foxtrot, Samba etc. The moment she knew that SYRE is DOWNBAD for Daniela, she taught her the male parts for every ballroom dance she knew, especially the Latin ones, just in case. Rejected the nickname "Latina Mami" because of Daniela and said: "SYRE would quite literally murder me in my sleep if you call me that so please stop"

Fan Nicknames: Siren Baddie, Thunder Thighs (she embraced it), S5’s “Trouble Starter”, Papicita

🌑 SYRE

“A loser trapped in a hot body.”

Full Name: Reader Reeder McReaderson (this is a joke omfg)

Age: 21

Position: Lead Vocalist, Center, Lyricist

Stage Persona: Androgynous seduction: all dark smirks and husky vocals. Sharp charisma with masculine energy. The slow-burner. Hits highnotes easily, but often gives the high notes to Hana.

Off-Stage: Dorky, awkward, anime nerd. Loves bread, trivia, and accidentally embarrassing herself on live broadcasts.

Vocals: Deep, sultry tone with surprising range, her high notes are emotional weapons.

Dance Style: Grounded, controlled, magnetic. She doesn’t float; she drags you in.

Queer Identity: Lesbian

Languages Known: English, Tagalog, Spanish, French (basic words, took it in college)

Fun Fact: Applied as a songwriter on a dare. Ended up the group’s fifth member. Has "scissor hands" (It's her scissors tattoo on both her hands). Her accent varies per language spoke and sometimes she's confused on what accent she should use. CHRONIC NAIL BITER SO HER NAILS ARE ALWAYS SHORT BECAUSE IF NOT SHE BITES IT (hana always has a nail file for this specific reason)

Fan Nicknames: Sexy Kirby, The Librarian, Mommy But Confused, Pengu

🔥 Amara

“Looks like she’ll kill you. Might write a poem about it first.”

Full Name: Amara Seraphine Sinclair Hawthorne

Age: 20

Position: Main Rapper, Visual, Dancer

Stage Persona: Cold, intense, femme fatale

Off-Stage: Quiet and observant, deeply poetic. Has strong protective instincts. Soft for her members.

Rap Style: Precision-focused, introspective, and layered

Dance Style: Fluid yet sharp, like a knife in silk

Queer Identity: Genderfluid (she/they), sapphic

Languages Known: British English (that accent ain't leaving, I fear. However she's really doing good with her mainstream humor that it masks her British), Korean

Fun Facts: She's such a hotheas HOWEVER she writes them in her notebook instead of voicing it out which leads to deadpans instead. Writes all her verses in a black leather notebook. Has a surprisingly cute laugh. SHE LEAVES HER NOTEBOOK OPEN WHEN SHE CAN'T EXPRESS HER FEELINGS SO SHE LETS HER GIRLS READ IT INSTEAD. Will write small notes throughout the day to give to each of her girls. Calls her girlfriend mommy.

Fan Nicknames: Panther, Mona Lisa With a Knife, The Silent Siren, Daddy Deadpan

✨ Rina

“Fae Trap Personified”

Full name: Rina Hoshiko Nakamura Ellis

Age: 19 (20 in about 2 months after their debut) [I needed a birthday scene]

Position: All-Rounder (she's too mystical to contain omfg)

Stage Persona: Ethereal, soft, dreamy and deceptively powerful

Off-Stage: Sweet, giggly, morbidly curious. Obsessed with murder documentaries and plushies. Promotes chaos with Cami.

Vocals: Airy, soft and delicate, perfect for harmonies

Dance Style: Light, fast, hauntingly beautiful

Queer Identity: Transfeminine lesbian

Languages Known: English, Japanese, Korean

Fun Fact: Carries a taser, calls it “Sparkles”. Has a pet snake, names it "Dr.Snuggles". Trained as a J-pop star, then got scouted as a K-pop trainee, and then debuted as an international star, girlie switched personality too many times she reset her brain. Collects so many things: Knifes, Perfume, Labubu, Hirono, Kuromi Figures and anything she deems her type of thing. Has self-inflicted stitches from her 2 years of med school.

Fan Nicknames: Fairy of Doom, Tiny Terror, Dollface, Blood Fairy

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OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ⸻ 03 | not again

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OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ⸻ 02 | fired

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OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ⸻ 01 | another j*b

you stepped out of the hotel with chill steps, the sun hitting your face, and you kinda wished you’d brought your sunglasses. you saw all the hustle on the streets, and honestly, some great outfits too — no lie, you’d definitely get some inspo from that.

it was your third time coming to Lollapalooza as a dancer, this time for Doechii and Sabrina Carpenter. they hooked you up with passes for all four days, so you’d already been settled in since the day before.

your body still ached from last night; you saw Tyler, The Creator, and it was the best night in ages. you had a blast with your friends and got back pretty late to the hotel, but it was totally worth it.

you walked into a café that looked empty, ordered an iced tea and a brownie. you sat at one of the chairs farthest from everyone, and since you had nothing else to do, you decided to check Twitter.

you were about to reply to Jennie when you noticed someone had stopped right next to you. you gripped your phone tighter… just in case, you never know.

“Yn Ln?” the person next to you asked. you looked up and met the gaze of a man who looked to be in his thirties — or maybe a bit older — wearing glasses and dyed orange hair.

you frowned. “no”

“oh, sorry,” the man quickly apologized, starting to walk away from you when your brain finally kicked in.

“i mean, yeah” you said a bit louder. the man stopped, turned around, took off his glasses, and frowned. “i panicked…?” you tried to come up with an excuse to escape the man’s gaze.

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- Fam out

Sophia Laforteza X Reader

Synopsis - Sophia loves when you're caring, serious, she LOOOVES ;)

Genre – Fluff, a little suggestive at the end?

a/n - Was I so excited to write this, for some reason??? I think I also kind of like domestic things, so...

I think it has a little bit of Yn!Oc in that, I mean, Yn is a little bit based on me and my personality <3

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The theater was full, people quickly finding their seats, all excited by the movie. Yoonchae was happy to have someone she could share this experience with. The younger girl knew that as soon as she talked to Sophia she would agree to watch the movie instantly, but when Yn agreed to watch the movie with them, Yoonchae was more surprised than ever.

You've been dating Sophia for one year, Yoonchae has always liked you, despite having similar personalities, you two were very different, Yoonchae thinks the age difference does that. The younger girl knew that you had a somewhat peculiar taste for a 21-year-old girl.

Yoonchae liked to describe her personality as the "personality of a divorced father", she always said that Sophia's girlfriend liked rock, preferably older bands, wore band shirts, played guitar, loved horror and action movies, and had a vintage car (old) that seemed strangely comfortable to Yoonchae. She would say that you were quiet, a born observer. Yoonchae liked that, she found your personality cozy, even though other people found you scary.

Yoonchae thought Sophia was happy in her relationship, and boy, could she not be more right. Sophia loved every detail of Yn, she loved you was always attentive, as you always did everything to make everyone comfortable. Sophia noticed every single thing, how you always grabbed the highest things from the shelves when the Kats couldn't reach, and how you always pretended not to care about the "thank you" from the girls, responding only with a brief "Hm".

Sophia always noticed how you always left a bottle of water nearby at rehearsals you went to attend, or how you always applied the sidewalk rule when you went out for a walk, or how you always made sure Sophia had gotten home before starting the car and going home. Sophia has always noticed everything.

But sure, her favorite interactions were with Yoonchae, Sophia loves it when you do something for the younger girl, something about it warms your heart. So when you said yes when Yoonchae invited you to watch "inside out 2" your girlfriend was automatically jumping up and smiling silly.

Everything was cozy, the trip to the cinema in her vintage car – cof cof old cof cof – the smell of popcorn and even the feeling that the choice of seats was perfect, everything seemed extremely domestic to Sophia.

When the movie started you were super entertained, all the colors and captivating animations held your attention. As the movie played, you noticed that Yoonchae's drink had run out. Looking at the Filipino girl's cup and seeing a good amount of liquid, you decided to get a little more just for the younger girl.

"Hey, I'll be right back." You say, leaning in and giving Sophia a kiss on the head, leaving before she could say anything.

After buying the drink and some candy that you think the girls would like, you went back to your seat, trying to be discreet and not get in the way of people.

"Where have you gone?" Sophia asks as soon as you sit in the armchair.

"Buy some things."

You put the drink in Yoonchae's cup holder and hand her one of the candies you bought, knowing that it was her favorite.

"I bought this for you, you like those, right?" You ask, looking at Sophia, who now had heart eyes.

"Yes baby, thank you." The Filipino girl says before grabbing the back of your neck and giving you a kiss.

"Of course, I'm here for that." You say, focusing on the film again, not before intertwining your hand with Sophia's.

In the car, once again, Sophia felt that feeling, the cozy and domestic environment that she quickly learned to love. Yoonchae and you debated about the movie (More like Yoonchae talking and you agreeing and making comments here and there) while Sophia listened to everything in the passenger seat, scratching your head as you drove to the restaurant.

When you arrive at the restaurant you unconsciously pull the chair to Yoonchae, doing the same to Sophia and then taking the seat next to your girlfriend. The food came, and you ate it amidst silly conversations and jokes. One of the jokes making Yoonchae laugh and unintentionally hitting the glass of water next to her.

"Watch your clothes, Yoonchae." Sophia said as she picked up the glass that fell.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry." The younger girl says as she gets up from her chair so that the water doesn't get on her clothes.

"It's okay Yoonchae, it was just water. And the glass didn't break, I'm just going to ask the waiter to clean it, you can sit in my seat while I call the waiter, okay?"

Very interested in calling the waiter to clean up the mess on the table, you unfortunately missed the look that Sophia was giving you, but if someone who was around saw it, that person could tell that it was like a jaguar ready to attack her prey.

You threw yourself on the bed next to Sophia with a sigh, the day had been fun and you were ready to rest. After leaving Yoonchae at home with the Kats, Sophia insisted that she would sleep at your house, you didn't question it, after all she could stay the night whenever she wanted, no matter how different something seemed.

"Tired?"

"A little, but nothing out of the ordinary. Did you have fun?" you asked, crossing your hands under your head and looking at the black-haired girl.

"Yes, it was the best day," she said. "But it's about to get better."

Sophia mounted on your waist with a smile on her face, legs on either side of your body, taking you completely by surprise.

"With you everything always gets better."

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Sophia Laforteza X Reader

Synopsis - Sophia loves when you're caring, serious, she LOOOVES ;)

Genre – Fluff, a little suggestive at the end?

a/n - Was I so excited to write this, for some reason??? I think I also kind of like domestic things, so...

I think it has a little bit of Yn!Oc in that, I mean, Yn is a little bit based on me and my personality <3

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"Hey, I'll be right back." You say, leaning in and giving Sophia a kiss on the head, leaving before she could say anything.

After buying the drink and some candy that you think the girls would like, you went back to your seat, trying to be discreet and not get in the way of people.

"Where have you gone?" Sophia asks as soon as you sit in the armchair.

"Buy some things."

You put the drink in Yoonchae's cup holder and hand her one of the candies you bought, knowing that it was her favorite.

"I bought this for you, you like those, right?" You ask, looking at Sophia, who now had heart eyes.

"Yes baby, thank you." The Filipino girl says before grabbing the back of your neck and giving you a kiss.

"Of course, I'm here for that." You say, focusing on the film again, not before intertwining your hand with Sophia's.

"Watch your clothes, Yoonchae." Sophia said as she picked up the glass that fell.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry." The younger girl says as she gets up from her chair so that the water doesn't get on her clothes.

"It's okay Yoonchae, it was just water. And the glass didn't break, I'm just going to ask the waiter to clean it, you can sit in my seat while I call the waiter, okay?"

"Tired?"

"A little, but nothing out of the ordinary. Did you have fun?" you asked, crossing your hands under your head and looking at the black-haired girl.

"Yes, it was the best day," she said. "But it's about to get better."

Sophia mounted on your waist with a smile on her face, legs on either side of your body, taking you completely by surprise.

"With you everything always gets better."

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— WHOS THAT GIRL?

— Video name — The KATS fangirling over Y/N for 7 minutes

TAGS: Manon being friends with famous ppl, indirect Manon x reader, mostly platonic, Daniela Sophia and Lara talking to eachother through weverse, Sophia, Daniela, and Lara fangirling.

“ WHY WOULD YOU NEVER TELL US THIS? “ Daniela said marching over to Manon in there practice room. “ Why am i being attacked at 7 in the morning.. “ Manon said absolutely befuddled. She stood there awkwardly and kinda stupid looking as the younger latina scolded her with her hands on her hips.

“ you’re friends with THE y/n l/n ? WHY DO I NOT KNOW THIS? “ Sophia’s head immediately snapped over to Daniela. Her eyebrows furrowed as she immediately got up and ran over to Daniela. “ Shes friends with who now? “

“ Yall please calm down, I used to model so it makes a whole lotta sense that we are friends and that we know eachother. “ Sophia and Daniela just turned there heads and looked at eachother before turning there head to look at Manon.

“ okay but.. YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD US. You’re wrong for that. “ Sophia crossed her arms and rolled her eyes before the choreographer told them to restart that choreography. They had to drop it but they still stared deep into Manons soul. “ This aint over.. “

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Dani: YALL WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT MANON IS FRIENDS WITH Y/N L/N ?Dani: WAIT YALL KNOW THIS ALREADY? Dani: WHY DONT I KNOW THIS INFORMATION..Dani: YALL ARE GATEKEEPERS. Dani: #Stopgatekeeping..

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Sophia: BRO WHY IS MANON FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE? Sophia: MANON IS FRIENDS WITH FUCKING Y/N L/N. Sophia: Im not jealous.. IM NOT JEALOUS. Sophia: totally not Jealous.. Sophia: HAHAHA, DANIELA’S ALSO TALKING ABOUT THIS IN WEVERSE DMS IM CRYINGGG.

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LARA RAJ: How did they not know that Manon is friends with Y/n? LARA RAJ: I think they used to work under the same agency so.. LARA RAJ: #uneducatedmembers

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Sophia: IM NOT UNEDUCATED LARA.

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Dani: EXCUSE ME LARA FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT SIZE MANON’S TOENAIL IS LIKE HELLO??

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LARA RAJ: Dani i never said this.. LARA RAJ: Taking words out my fucking mouth.. damn 💔💔

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“ KATSEYE. Oh the girl group Manon is in? “ you sat down on your bed reading all of the comments that flooded your Tiktok live. You scratched your cheek while trying to read everything all at once. “ Oh yeah i used be be in the same agency as her. I’m friends with Manon aswell. “

Your live flooded with comments from EYEKONS talking about how Sophia, Daniela, and Lara were talking about you earlier on weverse. These made you smile upon seeing this. You brushed hair out of your face as you cleared your throat and sat up from your phone.

“ Really? I think i need to pay for weverse dms to see them talking about me. Which one should i get though? “

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Sophia: OMG OMG OMG OMG.. Y/N NOWS KATSEYE, SHE KNOWS ME.. AM I OBSESSED. Sophia: NO BUT IM FANGIRLING.. Sophia: Stop why am i scared and nervous.. the leader is nawt supposed to be like this..

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Daniela: Yall im dreaming. Daniela: SHE MENTIONED US ON HER LIVE?? Daniela: omg im gonna actually explode Daniela: TELL HER TO GET MY DMS AND ILL BECOME MORE ACTIVE.

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LARA RAJ: NO WAY DID SHE MENTION KATSEYE.. LARA RAJ: MANON THANK YOU FOR BEING EVERY FUCKING WHERE LARA RAJ: BECAUSE ONE OF THE MOST INFLUENTIAL PEOPLE MENTIONED US TODAY.. WHEW I NEED TO GO EAT NOW. BYE

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You and Manon were going out together. To hangout but of course, people still recognized you too even with the caps and large black hoodies. You tried to shrink in the crowd of people but still people bombarded you two about autographs. Mostly you though.

You couldn’t relax and have something eat without having a fan ask for an autograph. It was tiring and truly annoying but you didn’t refuse anyone. You didn’t have the heard to do so anyways because you simple were too kind to refuse.

But after the like maybe 60th person Manon spoke up. “ Listen. Yall need to stop, we all love you so much but we are trying to eat dinner right now and this isn’t appropriate. “ The fans that were trailing in a line behind one and another nodded and simply walked off. You turned your head to Manon and smiled. Shaking your head.

“ Manon you didnt have to do that.. I had it under control. “ You told her in a more relieved voice. “ I did. This is dinner, we’re supposed to be relaxing to take our minds off of our jobs. Not be working during our breaks. That isnt fair. “ you smiled as you picked up your fork and took another bite of food.

“ Thank you. “ You whispered softly to Manon with a smile.

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— WHOS THAT GIRL?

— Video name — The KATS fangirling over Y/N for 7 minutes

TAGS: Manon being friends with famous ppl, indirect Manon x reader, mostly platonic, Daniela Sophia and Lara talking to eachother through weverse, Sophia, Daniela, and Lara fangirling.

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Dani: YALL WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT MANON IS FRIENDS WITH Y/N L/N ?Dani: WAIT YALL KNOW THIS ALREADY? Dani: WHY DONT I KNOW THIS INFORMATION..Dani: YALL ARE GATEKEEPERS. Dani: #Stopgatekeeping..

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LARA RAJ: How did they not know that Manon is friends with Y/n? LARA RAJ: I think they used to work under the same agency so.. LARA RAJ: #uneducatedmembers

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Sophia: IM NOT UNEDUCATED LARA.

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Dani: EXCUSE ME LARA FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT SIZE MANON’S TOENAIL IS LIKE HELLO??

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LARA RAJ: Dani i never said this.. LARA RAJ: Taking words out my fucking mouth.. damn 💔💔

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“ Really? I think i need to pay for weverse dms to see them talking about me. Which one should i get though? “

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Sophia: OMG OMG OMG OMG.. Y/N NOWS KATSEYE, SHE KNOWS ME.. AM I OBSESSED. Sophia: NO BUT IM FANGIRLING.. Sophia: Stop why am i scared and nervous.. the leader is nawt supposed to be like this..

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Daniela: Yall im dreaming. Daniela: SHE MENTIONED US ON HER LIVE?? Daniela: omg im gonna actually explode Daniela: TELL HER TO GET MY DMS AND ILL BECOME MORE ACTIVE.

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“ Thank you. “ You whispered softly to Manon with a smile.

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Not My Sister

-> idol!katseye x yoonchae's sister!reader

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request: you can say no if you want to but hear me out is a yoonchae fic where we (the reader) are yoonchaes older sister and we meet the katseye girls for the first time

summary: no one expected quiet, sweet Yoonchae to have a sister, much less korea’s most fearless actress. when katseye visits yoonchae’s childhood home, they’re met with homecooked meals… and a sister who’s as intimidating as she is unforgettable.

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

tag(s): use of y/n (i'm sorry?), FLUFF, sisters being protective of each other, no romance, uhm probably inaccurate korean culture im so sorry pls forgive me.

Jeung Y/N.

Some hated you. Most worshipped you. You were Korea’s most daring actor, its most polarizing icon.

You weren’t just an actress. You were a storm the industry couldn’t contain, only brace for.

From the moment you stepped onto your first set, you weren’t just a rising star, you were a walking scandal dressed in silk and lace. Not because you made mistakes, but because you didn’t flinch. You didn’t apologize. You didn’t soften your voice or shrink your presence to fit the frame.

You didn’t conform to Korea’s mold of the soft-spoken, submissive woman. You shattered it. You evolved it.

While the nation’s darlings clung to purity and porcelain smiles, you wore your tattoos like armor and kissed your co-stars like you meant it, with tongue.

You didn’t hide your queerness. You lit it on fire and made it the centerpiece.

You were the first to fight for a girl’s love historical drama, like really fight. Not a tragic subplot. Not a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it teaser.

You were the lead. A sword-wielding, sharp-tongued noblewoman who defied the emperor, the court, and the nation for a simple handmaiden.

They said it would destroy your career. Sponsors withdrew. Talk shows blacklisted you. K-Netizens tore you apart.

The series? It broke records.

It was the most-watched drama of the year, especially overseas, where you became a global symbol of raw desire and burning passion. Tumblr, TikTok, Reddit, all ablaze with edits, thinkpieces, thirst posts, and tattoos of your most iconic lines.

You were the kind of actress who walked red carpets in custom tuxedos with open backs, chains instead of pearls. You winked at interviewers mid-question. You cursed on live television. You gave speeches that went viral before you even left the podium. You weren’t just opinionated, you were eloquent, scathing, unforgettable.

Some called you arrogant. Others called you brave. Either way, everyone watched. Because no matter how much they raged or praised or tried to rewrite your story.

No one could look away from Jeung Y/N.

So when you stepped onto the red carpet for your newest film with your smoke-colored sunglasses pushed up into your dark waves, lips painted blood red, the flashing lights nearly doubled in intensity. Cameras went wild, snaps and clicks near deafening. Reporters stumbled over each other for a soundbite. You weren’t even the lead in this movie, but you might as well have been.

In a post-apocalyptic thriller drenched in blood and betrayal, you played the fan-favorite: a dark-haired, sharp-tongued delinquent who fought tooth and nail to survive. While the main characters cried and clung to each other, your character was busy bashing zombie skulls with anything she could find: bat, bottle, crowbar, bare hands. And just when the audience dared to believe in your survival, the protagonist left you behind. Betrayed. Devoured.

It was cruel. It was tragic. It was brilliant. You stole the film without even trying.

A mic was shoved gently toward your face. “Jeung Y/N,” a reporter said, her voice almost trembling

“This movie is quite different from your usual roles. What made you take it?”

Your head turned slowly, eyes locking onto hers through tinted lenses. You pulled them down the bridge of your nose just enough to give her a look; mischievous, unreadable. The crowd hushed.

“Oh, uhm…” you trailed off with a playful smirk

“When my manager first sent me the script, I just felt it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to smash a few zombie skulls?”

Laughter rippled through the press pit, but you weren’t finished.

“Honestly, I fell in love with her lines. That grit, that fury? She was angry in all the ways women aren’t allowed to be. I had to do it.”

“And… was there a love interest for you in the film?” the reporter asked, raising her brow.

“Sadly, no. Very unfortunate.” You sighed dramatically. You then gave the camera your signature grin.

“I hope my next project lets me kiss someone. Preferably a woman, but I’m open to options, especially if they're pretty boys.”

You winked. The interviewer choked on a laugh.

“And outside of acting, is there anything your fans should look forward to?”

Your expression shifted, just slightly. Softer around the edges. A light bloomed behind your eyes.

“Oh! Yes, definitely!” You leaned toward the mic, eyes shining.

“Please support my little sister, Jeung Yoon-chae! She’s performing at the MAMA Awards soon and I couldn’t be prouder. Her group is incredible. They’re called KATSEYE, and they’re about to take over the world.”

There it was. The bombshell.

Reporters scrambled. A few jaws visibly dropped. Jeung Y/N has a sister? In a girl group? The headlines were already writing themselves. But you didn’t care. You weren’t doing it for press. You were doing it for her.

Yoonchae was your baby sister. Your quiet little shadow, all blushes and politeness yet also so much sass and angy energy, so different from you in every way. You rarely got to see her now. Not since your career exploded. And especially not since she got into that brutal survival show, Dream Academy. But you made sure to keep your eye on her at all times. You watched her documentary on Netflix like a hawk. You texted her every moment, you called her whenever you can, you sent her gifts when she lets you. You love her with all your heart.

You had wanted to tell the world from the start; shout it, claim her as your sister, but it was Yoonchae who had stopped you.

“Unnie… I want to debut as me. Not as Jeung Y/N’s sister.”

You cried. Not the glamorous single tear kind. The ugly, hiccuping sobs kind. And Yoonchae, your sweet, soft Yoonchae, had to calm you down.

She debuted anyway. And she shined. Now her fame was rising fast, and your company had finally allowed you to speak about her publicly, just in time for her group’s biggest performance yet.

So here you were. Still the same unapologetic, intimidating Jeung Y/N the world knew. But for her, for Yoonchae, your walls cracked open, just a little. And your voice shook slightly when you said her name.

Because no matter how tough you looked, no matter how sharp your words or heavy your reputation… You were still just a soft, stupidly proud older sister.

And the internet's reaction was immediate and explosive to that surprising fact.

By the time you made it into the afterparty, #JeungYoonchae was trending in three countries. Not because people expected it.

But because no one saw it coming.

Jeung Y/N and Jeung Yoonchae?

The math isn't mathing. The personalities didn’t align. The last name was too common to raise suspicion. And with Yoonchae debuting at sixteen, six years your junior, fans had written her off as just another trainee from a totally different world.

But the internet? The internet never slept.

It took all of twenty minutes before a Twitter user posted a grainy, pixelated still from your behind-the-scenes Netflix docuseries, circling a barely-visible image on your phone screen:

“Wait... is she watching Dream Academy?”

The zoomed-in clip showed a half-second flash of your home screen paused on a trainee’s performance. The quality horrible, but it was her. It was Yoonchae.

Within the hour, someone else found an old interview clip of you being asked what you carried in your wallet. The video showed you flipping it open, and tucked into the sleeve, nearly hidden behind a membership card, was a tiny photo. Barely the size of a fingernail. Someone enhanced the image. It was Yoonchae. Maybe thirteen. Smiling in a school uniform.

Even fan accounts had no idea what to do with this sudden drop of lore.

@kdramadiaries: wait JEUNG Y/N and KATSEYE’S YOONCHAE are SISTERS?! The way we never connected the dots because their vibes are from opposite universes is actually insane.

@thelesbianline: Jeung Y/N being the rebellious, unapologetically queer kdrama icon and Yoonchae being the soft maknae of KATSEYE?? They’re LITERALLY the sun and the moon I’m obsessed.

@katseyeglobal: ngl we all thought Yoonchae was this shy baby deer but now that we know she was raised by Jeung Y/N??? the way she’s probably hiding fangs behind that smile… gnarly.

@dreamacademyarchivist: I KNEW IT. I FREAKING KNEW IT. Remember when Yoonchae said in an interview that she looks up to a “strong female figure” in her family and then IMMEDIATELY changed the subject???

Even news outlets picked it up.

“Revealed: The K-Drama Queen and the Global Popstar Princess, Jeung Y/N and KATSEYE’s Jeung Yoon-chae are Sisters!”

But what surprised everyone most wasn’t just the connection, it was the way you talked about her. No mystery, no PR polish. Just soft, unfiltered pride. A rare vulnerability behind your razor-edged reputation.

And slowly, the comments changed.

“She’s really just a big sister who wants to see her baby perform.”

“You can tell she loves her. Like really, really loves her.”

“Jeung Y/N tearing up when she mentioned Yoonchae in her interview hit me right in the heart.”

You, however, didn’t address the frenzy. There were no tweets. No statements. No clarifications.

You simply posted a blurry selfie from the MAMA audience, barely lit by the glowing lightstick in your hand. No filters. No red carpet makeup. Just you, grinning like a proud idiot with mascara slightly smudged.

Caption read:

“Go, baby. Unnie’s watching.” 🐚🐾✨

It went viral in minutes. The comments were unhinged.

@kdramafairy: “NO WAY she’s a lightstick-waving sister omg Y/N please adopt me.”

@katseyefeed: “You mean to tell me the same woman who made a senator cry on live television just called Yoonchae ‘baby’ with sparkles??”

@dreamacademydefenseunit: “She’s like... if a panther raised a bunny.”

@lesbiandramaqueen: “Sorry but Jeung Y/N having her sister’s photocard is the most unhinged and wholesome thing I’ve ever seen.”

KATSEYE fans adopted you on the spot. You were no longer just Korea’s most controversial actress, you were Yoonchae’s big sister. And that made you sacred. And infinitely more attractive apparently. Thirst traps were made with captions like: “you guys can have katseye, im going for yoonchae's hot sister” and “is it too late to audition for the role of her wife”

But the real chaos hadn’t even started. While Twitter imploded, you were already backstage. The crowd hadn’t even thinned when you strode into the halls of the venue, an obscenely large bouquet of pink peonies and baby’s breath in your arms; Yoonchae’s favorites.

As you turned the corner, the air changed. Staff parted like the Red Sea. A stylist dropped their brush. Someone spilled their iced Americano. You didn’t flinch. Your heels clicked with purpose, sharp and confident, echoing like gunfire in the corridor. You didn’t have to say a word.

People moved for Jeung Y/N. But behind your dark shades, you were smiling.

At the end of the hallway, the muffled sounds of chaos leaked from a dressing room: laughter, shrieking, someone half-crying, half-singing. The electric aftershock of performing at the MAMAs still danced in the air.

You knocked oonce Silence.

Then, cautiously, the door cracked open. A girl with glossy lips and wide eyes peered out. You recognized her immediately, Sophia. One of the names you’d learned through late-night fangirling, when Yoonchae sent you fancams with shy little “they’re my friends!” messages.

She blinked. Froze.

“…Oh my god.”

You took off your sunglasses, chuckling softly.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” you said on instinct, then caught yourself.

“Sorry… uhm hi. Is Chae here?”

A beat of silence. Then-

“Unnie?!”

There she was.

Yoonchae, still in full stage makeup and glitter, eyes wide like you’d just materialized out of thin air. She looked so tiny and stunned it made your heart ache.

You didn’t wait. You stormed inside, scooping her up before she could run.

“Baby!” you cooed, hugging her like she was five again.

“You did so, so well! I'm so proud of you”

“Unnie!!!!” she yelped, flailing.

“You’re embarrassing me!”

“Nuh uh,” you beamed, unfazed.

“You destroyed that stage. I screamed so loud I might have a vocal injury.”

The room was dead silent, five stunned idols watching in disbelief.

“Also, I have your photocard. Will you sign it for me?” You pulled back, digging into your pocket to look for it.

You held it up like a prized collector’s item. Yoonchae squinted.

“If that’s my pre-debut photo, I’m blocking you.”

“Excuse you. I bought your album seven times just to pull this. Show some gratitude.”

Laughter cracked the tension like glass. Suddenly, the girls weren’t frozen anymore; they were gawking, whispering, blinking at each other in disbelief.

“Okay, I’ll stop now. Just wanted to drop these off. I better see them on your Insta or Weverse or I’ll cry.” You placed the bouquet gently in her arms, kissing the top of her head gently.

“You’re an actress. You cry for a living.” She retorted, lips twitching as she fought off a smile

“Yes, but imagine the headline.” You held up invisible quotation marks.

‘KATSEYE’s Yoonchae makes superstar sister Jeung Y/N cry backstage’

“Scandal already, and you’ve barely debuted. Shameful.” You dramatically sighed, wiping away an imaginary tear

“Get out, unnie.”

You gasped in mock betrayal.

“So rude to your #1 fan. Fine. I’ll wait outside.”

You turned to the other girls, flashing a soft smile.

“Sorry for the chaos. Let’s meet properly soon. Little Bunny might kill me if I hover.”

You blew them a kiss and swept out, trench coat swishing like a cape. The door clicked shut behind you.

Two seconds of silence passed.

Then-

“JEUNG Y/N IS YOUR SISTER?” Megan screeched first, hands on her head.

“And you didn’t tell us?!” Lara gawked.

“You never asked!!” Yoonchae groaned, the bouquet now functioning as a shield.

“IS THAT WHY YOU HAD HER POSTER IN OUR ROOM?” Sophia yelled, throwing a pillow.

“We thought you were just a really intense fan!” Manon shouted.

“She called you baby. And kissed your head.” Megan looked like she was having an out-of-body experience.

“I’ve watched her speeches where she tears apart politicians and tonight she was just…soft.”

“I’m literally in love with your sister. How do I recover from this?” Lara fell onto the couch like she’d been shot.

“Ew. Please don't say that.” Yoonchae cringed, her face scrunching up in disgust

“Is that why you rewatch her dramas before bed?” Daniela pointed an accusing finger.

“Yes!”

“And every time we caught you, you were like, ‘She’s just a good actress!’” Sophia cried.

“She is a good actress!”

“You LIED!”

Yoonchae groaned into her hands.

“I hate all of you.” But her lips twitched. She was smiling.

Yoonchae lowered the flowers and smiled down at them, the noise around her fading into background hum.

Because no matter how embarrassing you were, You were hers. Her only sister.

And for the first time since debut, the nerves were gone. Because Jeung Y/N was watching.

Her unnie was watching.

Outside, you leaned against the wall, listening to the chaos unfolding behind the door.

The storm that was Jeung Y/N: sharp, untouchable, fierce, had softened. Here, you weren’t the headline. You weren’t the actress.

In Yoonchae's eyes, You were just unnie.

And the girls soon learned that you were a very terrifying unnie.

Upon arriving back into Yoonchae’s childhood home, the scent of home-cooked Korean food wafted through the air like a warm embrace. The KATSEYE girls visibly relaxed the moment they stepped in, fatigue softening their posture. Travel bags were neatly stacked in the living room, muffled squeals of awe escaping their lips as they looked around the tidy home lined with family photos, trophies, and little relics of Yoonchae’s youth.

“I’m gonna cry,” Megan whispered dramatically, kicking off her shoes.

“It smells like someone loves us.”

But before anyone could fully melt into the comfort of the house, a voice: low, calm, and unmistakably commanding, spoke from the hallway.

“You’re late.”

Five heads snapped toward the source. Standing by the entrance of the kitchen, arms crossed and wearing an oversized hoodie with a messy bun on her head, was none other than Jeung Y/N. The actress. The storm. The unnie.

“Oh my god,” Lara breathed.

“She’s already here.”

Sophia actually stepped behind Daniela. Daniela… just blinked.

“Didn’t know we were meeting The Jeung Y/N in pajamas.”

“Shut up,” Manon whispered.

“That’s Yoonchae’s sister. Be nice or we’ll get exiled.”

You didn’t move. You simply raised an eyebrow.

“Shoes off, bags out of the hallway, and we’re going to have a little talk.”

The girls scrambled.

“Unnie. Behave.” Yoonchae rolled her eyes at you, her lips opening to nag at you more yet she hear her mom calling her from the kitchen which made you shrug indifferently.

Moments later, they were all sitting politely on the living room floor like nervous schoolgirls waiting for judgment. You sat across from them, cross-legged, sipping tea like it was a weapon.

“Alright,” you began, voice calm. Too calm.

“Let’s talk about my baby.”

Yoonchae, notably, was not present, having been dragged into the kitchen by their parents to help with prep.

“What time does she usually go to bed?”

“Uh…eleven?” Lara guessed.

“Midnight,” Sophia corrected with a wince.

“She tries for eleven,” Manon offered.

“But you know how it is. Busy schedule sometimes.”

“Do you at least make sure she eats? Or is she living off convenience store ramen and spite?”

“We force her to eat at least three meals. Two on busy days” Daniela nodded solemnly.

“She gets fruit sometimes,” Megan added weakly.

“And I always have snacks in my purse.” Sophia smiles brightly

“And vitamins?” You asked.

“…Sophia packs her vitamins,” Manon confessed.

You gave them a slow, unreadable nod.

“And when she’s upset? Who checks on her first?”

“Me,” five of them said at once.

“…We fight over it,” Sophia mumbled.

You looked at them long and hard. They didn’t know whether you were impressed or preparing to blacklist them all.

Then you exhaled and set your cup down.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“For taking care of her when I can’t.”

The change was instant. The sharpness in your gaze softened, lips pulling into something resembling a smile: warm and grateful and just a little shy. It was like watching a tiger curl up next to a campfire.

Before anyone could respond, footsteps padded in from the hallway.

“Unnie. What did I say about intimidating my members?” Yoonchae sighed in Korean, arms crossed.

“They needed a check-in,” you replied, pouting like you hadn’t just conducted a full on interrogation.

Yoonchae didn’t even blink. She grabbed your arm and started pushing you toward the kitchen.

“Out. Go. Kitchen. Now.”

“I was being nice!” You laughed as you let yourself be dragged.

“I heard you ask if they were feeding me, are you serious?”

“I needed to know!”

As the kitchen door closed behind the two sisters, silence fell in the living room.

“…I have a crush on her,” Sophia whispered, breaking the silence.

“Same,” Lara exhaled.

“She’s terrifying,” Daniela murmured.

“but like… hot terrifying.”

“Like villain-in-a-drama hot,” Manon agreed.

Megan blinked. “Are we all in love with Yoonchae’s sister?”

They turned to Yoonchae’s direction, except the girl was already peeking her head back into the room with narrowed eyes.

“No,” she said firmly. “Not my sister.”

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