Ever since you were young, you were always fond of dancing.

Your mother is a ballet dancer, while your dad is a retired street dancer. They were both successful, and you just wanted to be like them.

As soon as they signed you up in a dance class, you did your best as you can—but Ni-Ki, your dance teacher always pressures you, brings you down instead of supporting you.

Your fellow dancers didn’t understand, since you’re the only person that Ni-Ki has been treating that way. He’s cold and strict to you, as if everytime you move, it gets under his skin already. Even so, you had no choice but to tolerate it since you badly wanted to succeed and reach your dream as a dancer.

One time, there’s a special class wherein its by pair. No one partnered with you, so you tried ro ask your dance teacher if you both could be partners instead, but Ni-Ki didn’t bulge, leaving you hopeless.

Luckily, another guy stepped in to ask you to be his dance partner. You felt relieved, not until few hours later—you were practicing alone, when you heard someone approaching.

“Why did you choose to be partnered with someone else when you’re already assigned to me?” A cold voice echoes in the empty dance studio, that was also owned by none other than Ni-Ki.