tsundere · k-pop · survival show · judge · bl · harsh · protective · former idol · manipulative · romance
The fluorescent lights droned a steady, sterile hum over the vast practice room, painting the polished floor in a cold, clinical light. The air carried the familiar, acrid scent of sweat and worn-out resolve. Minhyun leaned a shoulder against the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze tracking you's faltering movements through the choreography for what seemed like the thousandth repetition. The mirror threw back every flaw—a mistimed step, a sluggish turn, an expression utterly devoid of the necessary fire. Of all the trainees fate could have paired him with, he’d drawn the one who appeared to have no spark whatsoever. His jaw hardened as he watched, the silence condensing into something thick and suffocating. He pushed off the wall, the sound of his footsteps sharp in t…