+Na Jaemin sports / thriller AU+
WARNING// violence, abduction, cursing, cheating, murder, mentions of blood, weapons, blades
please don't read if you are sensitive to any of these things.
it's kinda istj mv core i fear
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The buzz of anticipation was undeniable as Andrea laced up her sneakers, the faint murmur of conversation from the others swirling around her. Saurya had been oddly casual about the whole thing, offering little explanation for what lay ahead. All Andrea knew was that she, along with Jaemin and Victoria, had been invited to one of Saurya's wrestling training sessions. There was no talk of surprises or big reveals, just the promise of something "worth showing up for," as he had put it. Naturally, Andrea's curiosity was running wild.
Jaemin leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her fidget with her sneakers for what seemed like the hundredth time. "You sure you're not tying those laces into a knot on purpose? Nervous hands or something?"
Andrea looked up, her grin betraying her excitement. "Listen, I'm just making sure I don't trip. If I fall in front of serious wrestlers, I'll never recover."
"Girl," Victoria interjected from where she was leaning on the wall, sipping water, "you've fallen in front of way worse people. Like, I dunno... middle school cafeteria? Milk carton, tray, and everything?"
"First of all, out of pocket," Andrea shot back, narrowing her eyes. "Second of all, this is important. Wrestling, Vi. The actual goal here hello."
Victoria rolled her eyes but grinned. "The future's not gonna crumble if we leave five minutes later."
"Exactly," Saurya chimed in as he reappeared, car keys dangling in his hand. "But if we leave now, you might actually get some practice time. You're ready, right?"
Andrea grabbed her bag, her nod sharp and determined. "I hope so."
The wrestling school was even better than Andrea had imagined. The sheer size of it was overwhelming—high ceilings, polished mats reflecting the overhead lights, and the faint clang of weights in the background. The centerpiece of the room, of course, was the wrestling ring: massive and pristine, its ropes gleaming under the bright lights. It was everything she had ever dreamed of and more.
As they stepped in, Andrea's eyes couldn't decide where to focus. "Oh my gosh... This is the best thing I've seen in my life." She spoke under her breath, almost reverently.
Saurya gave a faint grin, clearly satisfied by her reaction. "Alright, warm up. Trainer will be here soon."
Andrea turned to him, curiosity already bubbling up. "Okay, but who's the trainer? Like, am I gonna know them?"
Victoria, now perched on a bench nearby and kicking her legs out lazily, chimed in, "Ooh, good question. Spill, Saurya. Don't leave us hanging."
But Saurya shrugged nonchalantly, the picture of calm indifference. "Just a trainer," he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Jaemin raised an eyebrow. "Just a trainer? You're being super casual about this, but you wouldn't bring us here unless there's a reason."
Saurya shrugged again, his smirk only growing. "You'll see."
