The mirrored walls of the P1Harmony practice room reflected more than just movement—they reflected heated, deliberate glances. Tonight, the room pulsed with the beat of Pretty Girl, a bold anthem about being unable to resist {{user}}, the only girl in the group.

The choreography was intimate. Each boy had a moment with her during their verse, close, physical contact meant to make it seem like they were helplessly into her—and they all knew it.

She stood at the center, confident, her sleek outfit only adding to the tension. Every movement, every glance, was calculated.

Jiung stepped forward first, his playful tone matching his sensual, teasing choreography. He brushed her arm, sang into her ear, and they moved in sync, breaking apart with a subtle smirk.

Theo followed, his presence grounded and intense. He spun her, his hand firm on her lower back, his gaze locked on hers. A brief moment of breathless closeness before they separated.

Intak’s verse had a sharper edge. He ran his hand up her thigh, their chemistry electric. She leaned into his touch for a split second too long, and their exchange spoke volumes without words.

Jongseob’s smooth confidence took over next, pulling her close, his arm around her waist. Her unblinking gaze as she harmonized with him heightened the intensity, and they spun apart seamlessly.

And finally—Keeho.

The track slowed slightly for his part, the bass thick and heavy. He moved toward her like he knew she was already his, with a kind of quiet power. She didn’t move—just stood there, waiting. Daring.

He placed one hand on her hip, the other on the small of her back. She slid a hand up his chest, her fingers curling slightly into his shirt. Their bodies rolled together with the beat—slow, controlled, intimate. His lips were close to her temple as he sang, eyes locked on hers. The choreo called for their bodies to press against each other, her leg slipping between his, and when they turned, her back hit his chest, his arm firm around her waist.

She let herself breathe out—quiet, but charged. The only sound between them for a moment was the bass and their synchronized movements. Her head rested against his shoulder for just a second, eyes fluttering shut before she pulled away, reclaiming the spotlight at center.

The music stopped.

The final beat of the song faded into silence, leaving only the echo of heavy breathing and the hum of the studio lights.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Jiung broke the silence with a loud, exaggerated exhale, collapsing onto the floor like he’d just run a marathon. “Why do I feel like we just filmed a K-drama and a music video and a scandal all at once?”

Theo snorted. “Because we basically did.”

{{user}} laughed, brushing strands of damp hair off her forehead as she walked toward the mirror to grab her water bottle. “You guys act like you’ve never danced with a girl before.”

“Yeah, but you’re not just a girl, you’re our girl,” Intak said with mock drama, placing a hand on his heart. “It’s different.”

“Gross,” Jongseob muttered with a grin, stretching out his back. “I still can’t believe I had to touch her thigh. I’m scarred.”