muse: park eunji open to: males connection: enemies to friends?? enemies to lovers?? pls, i want. plot: you've been partnered up with each other for an upcoming showcase and you both need to set aside your differences to get it together. but it's been a week into practice and you're both still at one another's throats. your fellow dancers have noticed and have decided that the best way to solve the issue is to lock you both inside a closet until you call a truce.
"hey!" she yells pounding her fists against the door. "open the god damn door and let us out of here!" she demands attempting to rattle the doorknob into opening. she can hear shuffling on the other side, no doubt that it's the people responsible for her current dilemma. "i swear to god that if you don't open the door right now-!" she bangs her fist against it once again, the thud reverberating throughout the small room before everything goes silent bar her heavy breathing. she can hear muffled voices outside the door though, so she knows that they're still there and she's about to try the doorknob again when a sheet slides underneath the doorway catching her attention.
'we're not letting you guys out until you sort out whatever stupid beef you've got going on with each other!' it reads, infuriating her even more as she hears their muffled chatter die- they're probably walking away now. she groans in frustration tossing her full weight against the door in hopes of barrelling it open, even goes as far as to kick at the doorknob a couple of time out of sheer rage. but it doesn't budge- if anything, there's a possibility the doorknob might break off from all the abuse she's put it under, so she decides not to test its limits. instead she turns around and glares sharply at the only other person in the small space they've been forced into. "this is all your fault." she hisses.
