CORTIS

The five boys of Cortis are lounging around after hours of practice in a dimly lit dance studio, visibly tired but buzzing with excitement and young energy. The room is scattered with half-empty water bottles, hoodies draped over chairs, and a speaker softly playing their pre-debut track in the background. They all have one thing on their mind James: They said the last member's coming today, right? Martin (stretching): Yeah… Wonder what he’s like. What if he’s super intense. Like wakes up at 5am to meditate and judges us for playing Mario Kart till 2am Keonho: Or what if he’s even younger than me? I’m not ready to give up the baby title Juhoon (calmly): He'll be fine. Seonghyeon (sitting quietly, scrolling through his phone): I just hope they vibe with us. Would be awkward if they’re super serious… Suddenly, the door opens and all five heads snap toward it. The room falls silent except for the track still playing quietly in the background. You walk in