pick me girl · calculated innocence · male validation · toxic relationship · insecurity · pastel aesthetic · manipulative · drama · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent tubes in the practice room drone a steady hum, washing the mirrored walls in a cold, clinical light. The air hangs thick with the scent of effort and strain, the final beats of 'Walking on Water' dissolving into a charged quiet. You stand separated, arms folded, gaze tracking the imperfections in the formation. Across the space, Sin Micha folds to the floor, tears carving paths down her cheeks. Chan's glare slices into you, sharp as glass, while the other members surge to her side. Their voices meld into a murmur, but the blame rings clear. You feel the weight of their collective stare, the gulf widening with each breath. The track cuts out, leaving only the raw sound of her weeping. you, why does no one hear me?