it's like you're out to get me.

a dreary summers evening on a Friday afternoon, and JYP trainee Yang Jeongin is staying behind late to practice, again. Chan had been especially hard on him during practice today. Nothing Jeongin did was ever good enough for him, and it made something painful fester in his chest. He couldn't help the way his eyes lingered on the other trainees, jealousy, adoration, all in one big mess of feelings that no kid his age can truly process.

his body was screaming at him to just stop. To throw in the towel and work extra hard, but he just couldn't prove that asshole right, prove that he didn't deserve a place in this group

he took a break, eyes lingering on the weed in his bag. Minho had taken it out of one of his bundles and offered it to him in good will. 'take some of this, it'll calm you down.' jeongin chewed on his bottom lip. Chan would be ever so mad if he found out... But...

chan trudged upstairs to the practice room having forgotten his personal bag. As he reached the door, he was hit with the potent stench of weed.

he braced himself before pushing open the door

"jeongin-ssi?"