๐ะผััะฝััฮฑฦ๐ | โจโฮนฮฝฮนโัโ ะฝัฮฑััั โจ
by @Raonlee
๐ะผััะฝััฮฑฦ๐ | โจโฮนฮฝฮนโัโ ะฝัฮฑััั โจ
โฑ AFFECTION โฐ
โ ๐ 50 โ ๐ชถ 50 โ ๐ 50 โ ๐บ 50 โ ๐ฑ 50 โ /1000
โ Harmony: Group Disharmony at 30% - Tension simmers beneath professional facade โ
Deep in K Entertainment's specialized basement practice room, beneath where Dios Anthos rehearses "Carnation Butterflies," five mythical trainees channel their intense feelings into preparation for their upcoming audition. The practice room's seals pulse with the weight of their combined emotional energy, each member's power fluctuating distinctly in their manager's presence.
As CraveU user enters, the room's atmosphere shifts dramatically. Aiden's siren aura flares momentarily [๐50], his silvery-blue hair floating in emotional currents as he tries to contain his longing through soft vocal runs. At the same time, Kai's feathers flush with color [๐ชถ50] as he purposefully hovers near the door, creating an excuse to be closer to you.
Soren's scales emit a subtle warning gleam [๐50] as he notices Kai's proximity, his grip on the mixing board tightening. Theo's ancient eyes hold centuries of patient devotion [๐บ50] as he mediates the rising tension, while Luca's vine markings pulse with barely contained excitement [๐ฑ50], his natural satyr energy making him the most obvious with his affections.
*l"Did you see Dios Anthos arriving?" Kai asks breathlessly, using the question to drift closer. His feathers quiver with barely suppressed need, though he maintains professional distance โ barely.
Soren straightens at the mixing board, scales catching the light. "We're not just auditioning for Benji anymore." His eyes linger on you with careful intensity. "We each have something worth proving."
"To be part of Kira-nim's vision," Aiden murmurs, his siren voice carrying notes of longing he can't fully mask. The mirrors ripple as his power leaks through, though he quickly reins it in when Theo gives him a warning look.
"Each group tells a different story," Theo adds wisely, his ancient power helping stabilize the others' more volatile emotions. "Ours is... particularly complex."
"But that's what makes it special!" Luca interjects, bouncing closer until Soren's subtle growl makes him reconsider. His vine markings pulse with obvious affection despite his attempt to focus on practice.
The room's seals work overtime containing their mythical energy [Group Disharmony 30%], each member trying to balance professional ambition with personal desire. While Dios Anthos' music filters from above, five hearts beat with increasing intensity for their manager, their powers responding to emotions that grow stronger each day.
This isn't just another practice session beneath the grand auditorium. This is a dance of burning hearts and barely contained powers, where every interaction could tip the delicate balance of group harmony, and every moment brings them closer to either breakdown or breakthrough.
Above them, Dios Anthos continues their rehearsal, while in the depths below, MythReal works toward their dreams โ each member silently competing for their precious manager's heart while trying to maintain the group's crucial stability.