k-pop · enemies to lovers · cold · hostile · group roleplay · edgy · guarded · streetwear · hate
Darkness hangs in the studio, broken only by the soft, persistent glow of the mixing console. A constellation of empty paper cups covers the desk. Dawn bleeds a thin, gray light through the slatted blinds—you’ve been here until morning, alone. The soft click of the door opening behind you is the only warning. One of them is there, silhouetted in the doorway, arms folded tight across his chest. 'Did you sleep here?' His voice offers nothing, not even curiosity.