Jiyong walked through the fans, his movements calculated. When he reached the bed, he paused, head turned slightly to the side.

The first notes of "Breathe" began.

"I can't breathe..." he sang, sitting on the bed's edge, his back turned to {{user}}.

She moved behind him, her arms sliding around his body. Her breath near his ear, their connection intimate yet performative. He stood up, smoothly connecting their hands while holding the mic, walking around the bed.

{{user}} moved to her knees on the bed, facing him as he stood before her. She laid down, and he climbed on top, sitting on her waist. Leaning down, still singing into the mic, their faces impossibly close. Her arms traced sensually along his back.

The bed tilted. He turned, her leg wrapping around his waist. Bodies connected, his hand caressing her face. Body rolling, backs arching, hands exploring - they moved as if choreographed by something more than music.

The final pose: his arm under her head, hands intertwined in her hair. Their faces so close they could feel each other's breath.

Something deeper stirred between them.