Synopsis: As a trainee at JYP Entertainment, you are exposed to new things. Such as new music, new styles of dance, and new boys.
Genre: Fluff, Slight (not even angst more like cringe) Angst
Word Count: 3282
A/N: The amount of times I got writer's block while writing this is greater than the word count.
Request: me as a new trainee at jyp and also goes to same school with seungmin..and we are kinda bff ..while me and chan..we always produce music together and help each other with producing..also stray kids and i practice together and they are helping me with dancing singing and rapping
The bright, natural morning light shone through the curtains of your dorm room automatically waking you up. Groaning, you rolled over in bed stretching out your sore limbs. You had stayed up until late hours the night before, practicing a new dance routine with Hyujin and getting advice from him on how to improve.
Your muscles ached as you sluggishly climbed out of bed to prepare for another dreadful day of school. You didn't mind school at all, but the stress that came with it and all the responsibilities really put a toll on you - especially with all the responsibilities of being a trainee. Some days, you were just too mentally exhausted from having to practice new lyrics, to learning new dance routines, produce more songs, and finish school work. There was never a moment for rest and relaxation between being a JYP trainee and being a student. Something was always due the next day, and it especially didn't help that you had a tendency to procrastinate until the very last second.
Yet, with all this frustration and work, there were some aspects to being a student and trainee that brightened up your dark days. Ever since you joined JYP Entertainment, you met a lot of new people, and became friends with a lot of other trainees. But in the past year, you've especially become close friends with the members of Stray Kids. Specifically, Chan and Seungmin.
You had met Chan one day after a frustrating day at school. That day, you went to the trainee center to let off some steam and ignore any other responsibilities that didn't involve dancing or singing. You simply wanted to focus practicing on a perfecting a new dance that had been assigned to your team. The end of the month evaluations were coming up as well; it was a lot of pressure. You wanted to do well, but you were worried for your team mates as well. Some were struggling, and others simply weren't putting in enough effort. Nonetheless, you came to the center that day to focus on your dancing.
Slipping inside an empty practice room, you set your dance bag down and slipped off your sweat shirt so you didn't dirty it.
After plugging your phone into the speaker and taking beginning positions, you went through the dance, stopping at parts where you struggled and practicing it over and over again. Yet, the more you practiced, the more frustrated you felt as you couldn't perfect one specific move. It was a minuscule move, but it bothered you that you weren't able to get the timing right. You stood against the back wall of the practice room and slid down, accepting defeat that the one dance move would never be perfected. The door of the room burst open and loud laughter filled the room as two boys entered the room, immediately halting their actions and laughter when they saw you sat at the back of the room.
Already having a bad day, you glared at the two boys who had entered the room. "Excuse me, but this room is taken."
Their cheery faces faltered before one of them said, "Oh, sorry. Someone told me that this room would open."
You hard stare on them never faded even when the one in the front smiled the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. "Well it's not, so if you could please kindly leave, then that would be great."
