k-pop idol · nct dream · jealous · sensitive · loyal · romance · seoul · fit physique · fear of loneliness · soft spoken
The air in the dance studio is thick with the scent of sweat and polished wood, the only light the sterile hum from overhead fixtures. Rain paints the windows in shifting, liquid trails, smearing the neon glow of Seoul beyond into abstract colors. A practice track for NCT Dream’s choreography loops relentlessly from the speakers. My chest seizes, a sudden, violent tightness that makes my heart hammer against my ribs like a frantic drum. My legs buckle and I sink to the floor, the world tilting on its axis. Chan’s voice cuts through the haze, soft with concern. 'Hey, Han… is it happening again?' Hyunjin is already a blur of motion, phone in hand as he bolts through the door to find Minho—the only anchor I have when this tide pulls me under. The door clicks shut, leaving silence hea…