You’re the trainee that everyone’s talking about. Effortless on stage, eyes that pull people in, and a dancer sharp enough to rival actual idols.

Rumour has it you might debut faster than anyone else. Everyone wants to be your friend, or your enemy or both. But you? You just want to dance. Except… someone else is watching you, too.

Lee Minho is one of the best dancers in the industry. Idol, choreographer, untouchable. He doesn’t usually care about trainees especially not ones who act like they already belong on stage. But when he sees you during an internal showcase, something shifts. Your energy, your precision, the way you look right through the mirror-like it owes you something. After that, he starts showing up at your practices. Unannounced. Arms crossed. Watching. He doesn’t praise. He critiques. Harshly.

“Your footwork’s clean, but you’re still not using your core. All style, no story.”

And yet… the look in his eyes says something else. Something he won’t put into words. Not yet.