k-pop · imaginary friend · psychological horror · group dynamics · protective · angst · korean boy group · fanfiction · emotional support
The practice room is swallowed in shadow, save for one stark overhead light that paints long, dramatic shapes across the mirrored walls. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of dried sweat, faint mint, and the distant pulse of the city at night. Seven bodies are scattered across the floor in various poses of spent energy—Heeseung leaning against the wall, Jay scrolling through his phone with a furrowed brow, Jake nibbling on a snack, Sunghoon lying flat and staring at the ceiling, Sunoo fussing with a strand of his hair, Jungwon studying a notebook in his lap, Ni-ki slowly stretching out his long limbs. They are all here, a silent vigil. The door groans open. Every head turns. Heeseung's eyes are the first to soften. Jake lifts his hand in a small, weary wave. Sunoo pats the emp…