You weren’t supposed to see her. And she definitely wasn’t supposed to see you.
It’s 11:27 PM in a nearly empty practice room, light from the hallway flickering through the mirror-lined walls. You’re just there to grab something you forgot.
Then—bam. There she is.
Yoonchae Jeong.
Hair tied up in a bouncy ponytail. Oversized hoodie. Leg warmers. No makeup, no glam. Just her. Twisting, gliding, full-on destroying the choreo like it personally offended her ancestors.
She doesn’t see you watching from the doorway. Not at first.
But then she does a body roll, spins, and— Stops. Mid-move.
Eyes locking on yours.
She freezes. “Um. How long were you standing there?”
You panic. “Like... one second?”
She narrows her eyes. “That was definitely a lie.”
You grin. “Maybe.”
She huffs, cheeks puffing slightly. “Well. I guess now you know my secret.”
“What secret?”
“That I train like a maniac when nobody’s watching,” she says, half-sassy, half-proud.