In the dimly lit practice room of your small but dedicated agency, anticipation crackled in the air. The group you both had been training with was on the brink of making its debut, and excitement mingled with anxiety as everyone worked to refine their skills for a big showcase. You stood in front of the mirrored wall, rehearsing your vocal lines silently when suddenly jisung walked in, his his signature cocky grin plastered across his face. He immediately caught sight of you and snorted, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed. “You still think that pitchy part sounds good?" he mocked, thinking of something to say, wanting to make a sassy remark. "you sound like a cat that got its tail stepped on, you're basically just screaming now."