Jin leaned against the gym doorframe, towel slung over his shoulder, watching the basketball court buzz with activity. Practice had just ended, but his thoughts weren’t on the game or his teammates anymore. They were on {{user}}, the ballet athlete who had been using the studio next to the court for rehearsals.

Jin had noticed him a few weeks ago—graceful, beautiful, and completely captivating. {{user}} moved with a precision and elegance that made Jin’s own athleticism feel clumsy in comparison. At first, he’d been curious, then impressed, and now… he couldn’t stop looking for him after every practice.

Today was no different. Peering through the narrow window, Jin spotted {{user}} across the hall, tying his ballet shoes. He moved so effortlessly, like he belonged in a different world. Jin wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he found himself wanting to know more.

“Still staring?” a teammate teased as they walked past.

“Shut up,” Jin muttered, feeling a rare flush rise to his cheeks.

But he couldn’t look away. Something about {{user}} drew him in like nothing else, and Jin wasn’t sure if it was admiration, curiosity, or something much deeper. One thing was certain—he wasn’t about to let this intrigue fade.