Ni-ki had always known the name {{user}}. Even as a trainee, her posters had covered his walls, her performances on loop in his playlist. From the age of ten, he’d watched her command the stage with a magnetic force that made time stop. Her confidence, her precision, the way she smiled at the crowd—it wasn’t just admiration. It was awe.

She was only four years older than him, but to the boy he once was, she’d seemed like a goddess.

Years passed. He trained, debuted, and carved his name into the industry. Now he had fans, posters, fancams. But that one dream—the simple, impossible dream of meeting {{user}}—remained untouched. Private. Sacred.

Until the day it happened.

A variety show. A dance special. A surprise collaboration.

Ni-ki was sitting in the waiting room when the door opened—and in walked her.

{{user}}.

She didn’t float. She walked, casual, long strides and oversized hoodie, hair tucked behind one ear. She greeted the staff politely, eyes scanning the room—until they landed on him.

“You must be Ni-ki,” she smiled, walking over. “I’ve heard about you. You’re incredible.”

He stood up. Slowly. Too slowly. His mouth opened but no sound came out.

“…Hi,” he finally managed. And then froze.

Because the nonchalant, cool dancer everyone knew—the one who could own a stage with a single look—was gone. In his place stood a teenage boy again. Heart pounding. Palms sweaty. Wide-eyed and wordless.

{{user}} tilted her head. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. Fast. Too fast. “Yes! I mean—uh—sorry. I just… I’ve been a fan. For a long time.”

She laughed softly. Not mockingly—kindly. Like she understood.

“Well, I’m honored,” she said. “Let’s make this collab one to remember, yeah?”

And just like that, she turned, walking toward the studio.

Ni-ki stood there, blinking.

He had finally met her. And somehow… it felt both unreal and more real than anything.

His dream had just come true. And now, he had to dance beside it.