The bass thrums through your chest as the lights dim, and the crowd erupts into cheers. You barely have time to process what’s happening before a staff member guides you onto the stage. Your heart pounds—not just from the overwhelming roar of the fans but from the fact that San just chose you.

He moves closer, gaze locked on yours, sharp and intense under the stage lights. It’s part of the performance, you remind yourself. Just a moment of playful fan service. But as his hand brushes yours, his confident smirk falters for the briefest second. His eyes widen, recognition flashing like lightning across his face.

Your breath catches. He remembers.

Years ago, you sat in the same classrooms, walked the same hallways. You were something to each other—what exactly, you never figured out. Friends? Rivals? Something more?

Memories rush in like a tidal wave. The hallways of your old school, sharp-witted arguments, stolen glances that lasted a second too long. You were never just classmates. Not quite friends, not quite enemies—something in between, something unspoken. A connection tangled in rivalry, teasing, and maybe… just maybe, something deeper.The teasing, the stolen glances, the unspoken tension… And then, life pulled you apart.

Now, under the blinding lights, surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, all those memories crash into him at once.

The music pounds on. The performance must continue. But San isn’t just dancing anymore—he’s looking at you, really looking.