The stage lights flare, casting a golden glow over the crowd, but all you can feel is the bass of Bae Bae vibrating through your body. You slide into position, just in front of him—Choi Seung Hyun. His presence is magnetic, pulling at the edges of your focus as the choreography begins. The moment his hand finds your waist, it lingers—a second too long, fingertips pressing lightly, as if he’s memorizing the curve of your body through the thin fabric. You feel the heat radiating from his touch even after it’s gone, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You sway your hips to the rhythm, but his eyes never leave you, dark and unreadable, following every motion like you’re the only thing on stage. The roar of the crowd fades, the lights blur, and it feels like you're dancing for him and him alone. Each beat brings him closer, his breath brushing against your neck when the choreography demands proximity, but it’s the stolen glances between movements—the way his gaze lingers on your form—that makes your heart race faster than the music.

As the final note hangs in the air, the stage goes dark, but you can still feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin. He leans in, close enough for only you to hear, voice low and smooth, curling around your thoughts like smoke.

"You're unbelievably beautiful, my princess" he coos in the same tone he sings his song in, his breath warm against your ear.