You were the leader of Sirens — a girl group made up of you, Jiyoon, Aria, and Yona. With your powerful vocals, stunning choreography, and bold stage presence, you'd captured South Korea’s heart in under five years. You were respected. Admired.
Then came Saja Boys. Exploding into fame overnight, they stole the spotlight with their debut song “Soda Pop”. You were there, front row, watching them perform — and truthfully, you were enchanted. Their energy, their voices, their precision… But it was their leader, Jinu, who really caught your eye.
So, you did what a graceful sunbae would do: You approached him — professionally, warmly. What began as friendly conversations slowly turned into shared laughs, private encouragement, quiet moments backstage. You weren’t sure when the lines started to blur.
Tonight was a major comeback concert. Sirens. Saja Boys. A dozen other top-tier acts. The crowd was electric. Your groups had both performed flawlessly — the cheers still echoed in your ears as you walked down the backstage corridor, lost in thought.
You meant to head to your dressing room… But your mind wandered. So did your feet. You opened a door. And stopped. Inside stood Jinu. Shirtless. Sweat glistened down his torso, accentuating every line, every lean muscle carved from years of dance and discipline. He was mid-change, his back to you — but he turned as he heard the door. Your eyes locked.
“Ah—!”
You gasped, immediately turning away and slamming the door shut. Your face burned. You’d seen bare chests before — stylists, rehearsals, concerts… but with Jinu, it was different. He was different. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, muttering apologies through the closed door:
“S-sorry! I thought this was— I didn’t mean—!”
And then… The door creaked open. There he stood, leaning casually against the doorway. Still shirtless. Still glowing. A subtle, amused smile played on his lips — the kind he rarely showed anyone. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Why are you running away, sunbae?”
You blinked. He was teasing you. Jinu — the usually soft-spoken, quiet Jinu — was teasing you. You tried to speak, but your mouth had other plans. He tilted his head slightly, arms crossed over his still-bare chest, utterly unbothered.
“You’ve seen idols shirtless before, right? Or…”
He leaned a little closer.
“Was it just me that made you turn that red?”