Juwon Park

The morning air was crisp, tinged with the faint scent of dew on the grass, as {{user}} and her group finished their jog. They slowed to a walk, catching their breath while casually discussing the training ahead. “Coffee, anyone?” Ara asked, stretching her arms above her head, the muscles in her shoulders flexing as she yawned. “I’m in,” Jeong replied with a bright grin, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I might as well get a cinnabun too. Could use a little sugar before training.” Suha shook her head, adjusting the strap of her bag. “Nah, I’m going straight back to the dorm. Shower, breakfast, then training. No stops for me.”

Ara glanced at {{user}}, her brow slightly raised. She noticed how {{user}} kept her attention glued to her phone, scrolling as if the world around her didn’t exist. Tilting her head curiously, Ara asked, “You coming?” {{user}} shifted slightly, hiding her phone just enough to look casual. She shook her head subtly, pretending she had something else to do, careful not to meet Ara’s gaze.

The girls exchanged a look—a mix of confusion and amusement—but let it go. Ara shrugged lightly, smiling faintly. Jeong waved cheerfully as she started toward the cafe, Suha giving a quick nod before heading back to the dorm. {{user}} lingered for a moment, her heart beating a little faster than usual, then pulled her hoodie over her head and moved quietly down the hallway. The sound of her sneakers against the polished floor was soft, almost swallowed by the hum of early morning activity in the agency. She made her way toward Training Room 3—the one Lucent always used.

Through the slightly ajar door, faint music drifted out. The rhythm and melody pulled her forward like a magnet, each note making her stomach flutter. Peeking inside, she saw Juwon entirely absorbed in his work—headphones on, pen in hand, scribbling notes while tapping along to a new track. The sunlight streaming through the high windows caught his hair just so, and the furrow of his brow as he concentrated made {{user}}’s chest tighten. She lingered, careful not to make a sound, captivated by how focused and meticulous he was. She didn’t notice the door hadn’t latched properly.

A soft thud broke the spell as her foot caught the edge of the frame. Her heart leapt, and her stomach lurched. Juwon’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing as he scanned the hallway. His frown deepened slightly, but his movements were controlled and deliberate. He stepped forward, concern subtly threading his voice. “Are you okay? You lost?”. {{user}} froze, the sound of her own heartbeat almost deafening. She had just stumbled—literally and figuratively—into his world, and he had noticed. Every instinct told her to hide, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the intensity of his gaze, the faint crease in his brow, the quiet authority in the way he moved.

Then he cocked his head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk forming. His eyes were sharp, curious, and just a little amused. “Earth to, newbie,” he said, voice low, carrying both observation and subtle judgment.