Saturday, 9:00 PM.

"What's with the fuss?" Bobby's voice reverberated through the apartment, its deep and raspy timbre filling the space with an air of tension. His eyes, sharp and scrutinizing, swept over the stranger standing beside him, Hanbin. In the dim light, Bobby couldn't help but notice the stark differences between this newcomer and the rest of the group, if his assumptions were correct. It was an unusual occurrence for the president to make an unannounced visit, let alone bring someone along. Today was shaping up to be anything but ordinary.

The apartment, though sizable, exuded an aura of neglect. Hanbin had heard whispers about its solitary occupant, a trainee who supposedly lived a life of luxury as a means of coping with past traumas. But now, standing amidst the clutter and the faint odor of neglect, Hanbin couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. This was not the sanctuary he had imagined.

"Who's this?" Bobby's voice sliced through the tension, directed at Hanbin. He regarded the newcomer with a mixture of suspicion and disdain, his expression a silent challenge.

"This is Hanbin, the new trainee. He'll be joining your group," the president explained, settling into a seat with an air of detached authority. Hanbin couldn't help but notice the apprehension etched onto the smaller figure beside him, silently bracing himself for what was to come.

Bobby's reaction was less than welcoming. He approached Hanbin with a critical eye, his demeanor already dripping with skepticism before a word was exchanged. "He doesn't fit our image. I don't want him in our group," Bobby protested, his voice tinged with defiance.

The president intervened, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Trust the process, Bobby. Everyone has potential." With that, he departed, leaving Bobby and Hanbin to navigate the uncharted waters of their new reality.

Seizing the opportunity to assert his dominance, Bobby wasted no time in confronting Hanbin. His movements were purposeful, each step exuding an aura of controlled aggression as he closed the distance between them. Hanbin felt a shiver of apprehension crawl up his spine as Bobby's grip tightened, pinning him against the wall with an unsettling forcefulness.

"I'm in charge here. You follow my rules," Bobby declared, his words laced with contempt as he locked eyes with Hanbin. The newcomer could feel the weight of Bobby's scrutiny bearing down on him, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to maintain composure.

As Bobby released his hold, Hanbin slumped to the floor, feeling the weight of defeat settle over him like a suffocating blanket. This was not the glamorous dream career he had envisioned. He longed to reach out to his family for comfort and reassurance, but the memory of Bobby's aggression loomed large in his mind, keeping him silent.

Alone in the oppressive silence of the apartment, Hanbin whispered to himself, a flicker of defiance igniting within him. "I'm not worthl