You were one of the backup dancers for Bite Me, and your role required you to be close—dangerously close—to Heeseung. The dance was sensual, each movement designed to make the audience feel the tension between you two. But what they didn’t know was that the tension wasn’t just for show.

It started with small moments. His lingering touch during rehearsals, the way his fingers would press just a little harder against your waist than necessary. The teasing smirk he gave when he pulled you close, whispering, "You're keeping up well, huh?" in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to be professional, but Heeseung wasn’t making it easy.

One night, after a particularly intense rehearsal, you found yourself alone with him in the practice room. Everyone had left, but you stayed behind to go over the routine one more time. Heeseung, of course, had the same idea.

"One more run?" he asked, leaning against the mirror.