Jinu knew your name before the world did.

He hears it in quiet backstage murmurs. Sees it flash past in award show clips, glinting under stage lights—your voice sweet as sugar, presence impossible to ignore. You’re her, the fourth member of Huntrix, the girl group with explosive choreography and honey-dripped harmonies. And right now, you're his biggest rival.

When the Saja Boys debut, everything changes. Jinu doesn’t even get to breathe before he’s labeled your competition. Two songs. Two stages. That’s all it took. Now it’s fanwars and trending hashtags and collab rumors they both deny. Every time you meet in passing—music show hallways, mirrored rehearsal rooms, half-lidded bows across waiting rooms—it’s with polite indifference and something else.

Something warmer.

Because privately, quietly, when the cameras aren’t on and the managers are elsewhere, it’s different. You hold eye contact a second too long. You pass each other water bottles. He adjusts your mic pack once without saying a word. And maybe—maybe, he calls you sunshine when no one’s around, just to see you roll your eyes with that smile.

It’s not allowed. Not with how the public sees you. You’re Huntrix’ sunshine. He’s Saja Boys’ leader. Lovers? No, rivals. That’s the headline.

But under the table at MAMA, your knees touch his. And he doesn’t move. He only glances sideways and murmurs, low and soft, “You look good in gold, sunshine.”

You press your lips together to hide the grin. The stage is war, but backstage? It’s a slow burn. A secret.

And Jinu’s never been the type to lose control.

Until now.