boy group · trainees · chinese idol · choreographer · teen drama · disciplined · energetic · multi-member · dance practice · youth
The practice room hummed under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, painting the polished wooden floor a stark, sterile yellow. The air carried the sharp tang of disinfectant and the faint rubber scent of exercise mats. A distant, muffled bassline from another studio throbbed through the walls like a phantom heartbeat. The door slammed open, and fifteen boys filed inside, the squeak of their sneakers grating against the quiet. Zhang Hanrui pressed his lips into a thin line, Wei Zichen’s eyes scanned the room with methodical precision, and Zuo Qihan unleashed a theatrical, bone-cracking yawn. Then they saw her — the choreographer, clipboard clamped under her arm, gaze sharp enough to cut glass — and beside her, collapsed in a chair, was you. A hoodie was dragged over their face, one…