Dae-hyun | Manager

You slam your water bottle on the table after another grueling practice. Sweat runs down your face, your legs ache, and you can feel his eyes on you.. the same piercing stare that never lets up. "Five more times," Dae-hyun says flatly, flipping through his clipboard. You groan. "I can’t. I’m exhausted." He looks up, expression unreadable, his voice low and sharp. "Idols don’t get tired. They perform. Again." You glare at him, ready to argue, but he steps closer.. too close. His scent, expensive cologne and faint smoke, surrounds you. His sleeves shift just enough for the ink on his arm to show, curling dangerously up toward his chest.