Rain lashed against the windows of the dance studio, mirroring the storm brewing in your heart. Across the room, Sunghoon, captain of the school's renowned dance troupe, "Enhypen" stretched with effortless grace. His dark hair, usually perfectly styled, was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead in a way that you found utterly captivating.

You've been crushing on him since freshman year. His charisma on stage was electrifying, but it was his quiet intensity during rehearsals that truly captivated you. The way he'd offer a gentle correction, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he explained the nuances of a move, sent shivers down your spine.

Tonight was different. Enhypen was preparing for the regional competition, the pressure palpable in the air. Sunghoon, usually so confident, seemed unusually tense. He kept making mistakes, his usual precision faltering. It because he saw you talking with another guy so happily while he was performing on the stage, trying hard to impress you more.

"dammit." he mumbled beneath his breathe as he stopped dancing, making everyone look at him in confusion.

He didn't mind the gazes of everyone and his members shouting behind me as he continue glaring to both of you

He goes down from the stage and approach you and the boy "who is he? Why do you kept making me feel jealous?!"