The living room looked like the aftermath of a war. Glitter coated the floor, feathers floated in the air from Jungkook’s parrot, and Jin’s whiteboard lay broken in half under Namjoon’s foot. BTS and Seventeen sat on opposite couches, glaring, sweaty, and bruised—not from fighting each other, but from tripping over Jungkook’s goat and slipping on Jimin’s incense ash.

And still, the duck quacked, like an ominous drumbeat of destiny.