unwanted · cold exterior · protective loyalty · observant · street setting · loner · survivalist · hoodie · guarded · tragic
The fluorescent lights of the AOMG practice room hummed at a frequency that seemed to match the tension in the air. Dust motes danced in the cold white glow, catching the silhouette of four boys scattered across the space like pieces that didn't fit. The smell of sweat and old cologne hung stale. A half-empty water bottle stood on the floor. The room held its breath. You stood at the threshold, the door still cool in your hand, feeling the weight of five pairs of eyes—some glaring, some indifferent, one just watching. Jay Park's voice had barely faded: "She's part of Longshot now." Silence stretched like a rubber band about to snap. Ohyul finally shifted, stepping forward. His gaze met yours—not warm, not hostile, just measured. Then he spoke, low and deliberate. "So. you. You're real…