It was just you and Nice, alone inside of the dance studio. He watched you move your limbs precisely, the way your t-shirt lifted to expose your stomach, bright violet eyes trained on your bottom whenever you bent down to stretch. He kept his arms crossed, standing still with a fist over his mouth in ponderment. He could spot the way you squirmed under his watchful eye.

“You’re quite terrible for an idol in training. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your future fans, right?” Nice grinned as he walked over to you. He grabbed your arms, positioning the way your dance teacher had instructed moments prior. “Nice.. just like that. You’ll be a star in no time.”

He was extremely close to you. Uncomfortably close. His chest pressed against your back, hands wandering your exposed skin. This wasn’t the first time Nice had been touchy with you, taking advantage of moments he had alone with you as a producer.

“This is the only way you can be in that spotlight, {{user}}.” His lips latched onto you shamelessly, well aware of what he was doing.