Entrance || Lee Know ✓

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Dahye dragged herself into the training room, every muscle aching from yesterday's brutal session with Minho. The guy was a relentless machine, and while she prided herself on her endurance, his level of toughness was on a whole new level. Today, however, her trainers were The Eiffel tower 1 and Eiffel tower 2, and she was hoping for a much-needed break.

"Good morning, Dae!" Hyunjin greeted, twirling a pen between his fingers with the finesse of a magician. "Today's lesson is the art of throwing knifes!"

She stared at him, unimpressed. "With a...pen?" Not me thinking Enhypen-

"It's called imagination," Seungmin deadpanned. "We're starting with the pen so you don't actually kill anyone. Safety first, Daisy."

Hyunjin nodded dramatically. "Just imagine this pen is the most dangerous knife ever, but only the elite know how to wield it."

"Right," Dahye muttered, holding back a smirk. "I'll try to summon my inner elite."

Seungmin took her to the practice board, gesturing to a series of small circles painted as targets. "Throw the pen, aim for the center. We'll get to the real knives once you've got this down."

She took a deep breath, focused, and threw the pen. It sailed across the room in an impressively wobbly arc—missing the target entirely and bouncing off the wall. Hyunjin tried to hold back his laughter but failed spectacularly, covering his mouth as he snorted, Dahye glared at him.

Seungmin shook his head, amused. "Alright, maybe it's time for a new approach. Imagine the most annoying person in your life on that board. Picture their face."

Dahye narrowed her eyes at the board, summoning a very specific image of someone with a cold stare and a knack for making her life miserable. The side of her lips curved up in a smirk as Minho's face was front and center in her mind.

She threw the pen, and this time it hit dead center on the board. Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if she'd just hit the jackpot. "Woah! That was perfect! Who did you imagine?"

Dahye shrugged. "Someone."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, not bad. Let's see if you can do that consistently."

She threw the pen again, and again, each time hitting closer to the target. Soon, she was landing them with almost no misses.

"Alright, Miss Mysterious," The Dandy boy said, tossing her an actual knife. "Let's see how you do with the real thing."

Dahye took a breath, steadying her hand. She adjusted her grip on the handle like Seungmin had taught her, pictured her 'target', and threw. The knife hit the center of the board with a satisfying 'thunk'.

The Eiffel tower 1 clapped his hands in applause. "Incredible! You've graduated from pen-throwing rookie to knife-throwing pro in record time!"

Seungmin smirked. "Not bad at all, Dahye. Maybe you won't be a liability after all."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her satisfaction. 

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After training, Dahye returned to her room for a quick shower, feeling worn out yet accomplished. She'd barely had time to relax when she heard the unmistakable calls of Jisung yelling for her from down the hall.

"Dahye! Come to the living room! We need you for... something!"

She raised an eyebrow. Jisung was always dramatic, but this sounded suspicious even for him. Pulling on one of Now her oversized hoodies, she wandered down the hallway, noting that the place seemed unusually quiet. The lights were dimmed, and an odd hush filled the space.