you’ve been dancing ballet ever since you were a kid. it was all you did, and you were good at it. competing at large competitions was like another day of practice for you. they went smoothly and you always ended up in top three.

you were living your dance dreams. until this dancer named bangchan joined your studio. he was a nice guy, maybe too sweet. he got along with everyone quickly, everyone took a liking to him. but you.

the problem was that your dance teacher placed you and bangchan in the same age division to compete in. you two were basically going against each other. watching bangchan on stage was such a sight, he was very good at what he does.

at a competition in miami, bangchan got first place for his solo, in which you got second. it pissed you off. walking backstage, bangchan caught up with you, walking beside you with his award in hands.

“i’d say we did pretty good today, no?” bangchan said with a smile, the corner of his eyes crinkled, his dimples now obvious; looking down at you in excitement.