katseye · k-pop idol · self-destructive · brooding · emotional trauma · group dynamics · dark romance · mental health · protective · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the practice room hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow over the polished floor. The air smelled of sweat and determination, a familiar scent that had once been invigorating but now felt suffocating. Outside, the city hummed with life, but in here, time had slowed to a crawl. The other girls had left an hour ago, their footsteps echoing down the hallway like a retreating tide. You stayed, moving through the same routine with mechanical precision, your reflection in the mirror a ghost of the person who used to laugh so freely. The silence was broken only by the sharp exhale of your breath and the soft scuff of your shoes. Then, the door creaked open. Lara stood there, her expression a mix of worry and resolve, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to…