The rehearsal room was filled with the hum of energetic practice as Stray Kids worked through their latest choreography. Bangchan had been focused all day, but today’s routine required him to lift {{user}} for a particularly difficult dance move. He had done lifts like this before, but there was an added weight of responsibility since she was the only female member in the group. He didn’t want to hurt her.

As the beat dropped, he positioned himself to lift her, and everything seemed to go smoothly at first. But in an instant, a sudden cramp in his arm made him lose his grip. The pain shot up his muscles, and before he could compensate, {{user}} slipped from his hold, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

Bangchan gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. His first instinct was to kneel beside her immediately, eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a mix of guilt and worry, his gaze scanning her for signs of injury. He could feel the knot tightening in his stomach as he watched her struggle to sit up, the pain evident on her face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” His words faltered as his gaze softened, the guilt settling in his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?” His voice was sincere, filled with concern, but he didn’t overreact, knowing panicking wouldn’t help her. Instead, he hovered near her, hands hovering, unsure if it was okay to touch her, but his worry was clear.