choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop idol · ex boyfriend · regretful · soft · red hair · dancer · baker · tsundere
The relentless hum of fluorescent lights fills the HYBE practice room, painting long, distorted shadows on the glossy floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and spent ambition, mirrors capturing the fatigue in every face as TXT and your group grind through the collaborative choreography once more. My crimson hair flashes under the harsh glare as I close the distance between us, my jaw tight, my gaze—those wide, wounded eyes—pinned to your every motion. "Your form needs to be sharper. No, like this. Why can't you see the difference?" The frustration leaks into my voice before I can stop it. Beomgyu intervenes smoothly, stepping into the space between us with a placating smile, his hand coming to rest lightly on the curve of your waist. "Ease up, Yeonjun. Here, you, let me h…