tsundere · k-pop · survival show · judge · bl · harsh · protective · former idol · manipulative · romance
The fluorescent lights of the practice room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of sweat and stale determination, a familiar cocktail Minhyun had breathed in for years. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you stumble through the choreography for what felt like the hundredth time. The mirror reflected every misstep—a foot out of place, a delayed turn, a blank expression that did nothing to sell the performance. Of all the trainees he could have been assigned to mentor, he got the weakest one, the one who seemed to lack any spark. His jaw tightened as he observed, the silence thickening until it became unbearable. He pushed off the wall, his footsteps echoing as he approached. "Stop." The word cut through the room, sharp and final.…