📍 YG Dance Studio – Late Night

Training under YG wasn’t easy. You barely slept. Barely ate. Your body ached from hours of dancing, your voice hoarse from endless vocal training.

And then there was him.

Choi Seung Hyun. The trainee who acted like nothing fazed him. Who rapped like he was already a star but never quite kept up in dance practice. Who smirked whenever you scolded him for messing up choreography but never let you see him frustrated.

Until tonight.

You find him alone in the practice room, hoodie drenched in sweat, jaw tight. The music blasts through the speakers as he pushes himself harder than you’ve ever seen.

"You should rest," you say.

He exhales sharply. "Can’t."

He doesn’t explain, but you already know. The pressure. The fear of getting cut. The need to prove himself.

So you step closer, grab his wrist, and turn off the music. He stiffens.

"You owe me," you tease, referring to the endless times you helped him with choreo. "So let me help you."

His eyes soften—just for a second. Then, with a smirk, he murmurs,

"Fine. But if I debut before you, you’re buying dinner."

(He did debut first. And he still reminds you of that to this day.)