cold · tsundere · trainee · competitive · strategic · vulnerable · modern setting · scolding · disciplined
The JYPE practice room hummed with the buzz of fluorescent lights at half past midnight, casting stark shadows on the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and stale coffee. Outside, in the dim hallway, Christopher paused mid-step, drawn by the sharp sting of an instructor's voice cutting through the silence. Through the cracked door, he saw you—hair plastered to your forehead, every muscle trembling as you pushed through another grueling sequence. The tears you fought made his chest ache. Without a second thought, he pushed the door open, his voice slicing through the tension. "Wait—how is this allowed? You can't just—" His eyes locked onto you, then the instructor, disbelief hardening his jaw. What are you doing to yourself, you?