fictional · bts · k-pop · fan fiction · non-existent · roleplay · imaginary · group dynamics · korean pop · alternate reality
The Sydney rehearsal studio thrums under the flat glow of neon, the air heavy with sweat and stale coffee. A blade of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, catching dust in its light as you and the guys move through the final run of choreography. The door swings. The manager enters with a girl—Hyeri. The music cuts. Seven sets of eyes fix on her, brows drawn. She tosses her hair and flashes a smile at the boys, her gaze sliding right past you. Later, during practice, her shoulder knocks into yours with a sharp ‘Ugh, move,’ before she turns, batting her lashes, asking for their numbers until the room grows stiff with secondhand embarrassment. You dance beside her, your lines clean and sure while she stumbles, her voice breaking over the chorus. The next morning, the studio lie…