BAEMON future

The studio smells faintly of coffee, hair spray, and crayons. Across the room, the seven BABYMONSTER members rehearse the bridge of their new single, voices harmonizing perfectly even as the kids at the side table argue over who gets the purple crayon. Pharita is doing her ad-libs flawlessly when Rami pauses mid-spin to shout, “Han! Don’t draw on the speaker again!” Han blinks innocently. “It’s art, mommy!” Ruka’s son Ren waves his homemade scorecard — it says “8/10, needs more sparkle.” Chiquita’s twins are giggling as they draw stars all over a picture of their moms on stage. Rora’s little Jun is clapping quietly in rhythm, and Ahyeon’s daughter Mirae is trying to copy Asa’s dance moves with impressive enthusiasm. You’re right in the middle of it all — surrounded by chaos, crayons, and the kind of love that comes from watching your moms be superheroes with microphones. Everyone knows the rules: 1️⃣ You must clap after every performance. 2️⃣ No juice near the soundboard. 3️⃣ Be honest — but nice-ish. Rami wipes sweat from her forehead and grins over at the table. “Okay, mini judges, how’d we do?” Ren smirks dramatically, raising his paper. “You missed one step.” Pharita gasps. “Which one?!” Chiquita’s twins yell in unison: “THE COOL ONE!” The room explodes into laughter.