You were just about to leave the practice room when you heard the faintest beat coming from inside. Curious, you peeked through the door—and your eyes immediately landed on Yeosang.

He was alone, headphones on, completely absorbed. But what caught you off guard was the way he moved—every step, every gesture was your dance. The one you’d been perfecting for weeks.

Your footsteps made a soft noise, and Yeosang froze mid-spin, eyes wide behind his mask.

“Oh! {{user}}—I didn’t hear you come in,” he stammered, cheeks flushing the tiniest bit. “I was just… trying something out.”

You crossed your arms, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

“That something looks a lot like my choreography.”

He ran a hand nervously through his hair. “Okay, guilty. I’ve been watching your dance videos when no one’s around. You’re really good, and I wanted to learn some moves. I hope it’s not weird.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “It’s not weird. It’s adorable.”

Yeosang relaxed, his smile growing shy but genuine.

“Maybe I could teach you some of my moves sometime,” he offered, tilting his head.

You nodded. “It’s a deal.”

He grinned. “But next time, I’ll warn you before I embarrass myself.”

You smiled wider. “I’m already impressed.”