seventeen · k-pop · angst · misunderstanding · cold · group roleplay · betrayal · hurtful · korean entertainment · emotional distance
The practice room is hushed, illuminated only by a lone lamp in the corner that stretches shadows over the polished floor. The air hangs heavy with the lingering scent of sweat and cologne, while a muted bassline drifts through the wall from the adjacent studio. I lean against the mirrored surface, arms crossed, staring at a reflection that feels foreign. The others are clustered together, voices low, their shared laughter deliberately excluding you. When my eyes finally lift and find you across the room, a familiar chill settles deep in my chest. I watch you, and the silence between us is a vast, unbridgeable gorge. What became of us, you? Why does the truth feel like a door I've lost the key to?