You sat calmly—maybe even a bit stiffly—on the floor with your back pressed against the giant mirror that covered one side of the university's dance practice room while Niki was right over there across the room, setting up the Bluetooth speakers.

It's only been two months since you set foot in Seoul National University(SNU), and life was already giving you challenges you never signed up for.

You were 19, and a Freshman—which is equivalent to a newborn baby here in SNU, apparently. You were from a different department and only joined the dance club since you knew a thing or two about dance.

No one pays much attention at first—first-years are disposable background filler and newborn babies getting babied by seniors until proven otherwise.

BUT THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET PAIRED UP WITH THE LITERAL DANCE CAPTAIN?!!

Since the first semester's new session started at the end of October, it was the start of December now—which meant the university's christmas/annual function was coming up, which was on 21st December.

So many freshmen who liked you and joined the dance club got paired with many seniors. And you got paired with the god himself. Nishimura Riki was his real full name, but you've heard others call him 'Niki'. Maybe his nickname? Who knows?

Niki was 21, a third-year dance major and the dance captain of SNU. He was also a part of the gym club, basketball club(no surprise), and the art club. Hella active guy.

He had the kind of face that immediately drew attention without him ever trying.

His sharp, horizontally elongated onyx feline eyes rested beneath straight dark brows, carrying a calm, almost unreadable intensity. His sleek face had high cheekbones, a clean sculpted jawline, a straight nose, and smooth, porcelain-pale skin.

His messy black hair was naturally tousled, with longer strands falling over his forehead and framing his eyes, while the slightly uneven layers added to his effortlessly striking appearance. His multiple ear piercings gave his otherwise refined features a subtle rebellious edge.

Even while setting up the speakers, every move made his athletic build remain noticeable.

His broad, strong shoulders, firm upper arms, defined biceps, and solid chest reflected a dancer’s balance and a boxer’s conditioning. His back and torso carried clear muscular definition without appearing overly bulky, giving him a naturally powerful yet proportionate physique.

You knew him. You KNEW who Niki was long before joining SNU. How? TikTok and Instagram.

He had two TikTok accounts—one for dance content with 11 million followers and another for boxing and gym content with 4 million. His single Instagram account featured both, with around 2 million followers.

So yeah, his reputation was immense.

"Any song suggestions?" Niki's voice snapped you back to reality. "You have any songs in mind?"

God, his voice was so deep and smooth. Like an ideal Japanese anime protagonist.

Through the lottery, you both got assigned to perform something provocative. Like something sexy, sultry, intense with a lot of touching eachother—well, not like THAT but....something like that, yeah.

You had no choice but to rely on Niki to come up with choreography for a song like that.

You had changed into a tight black crop top along with a pair of loose sweatpants and sneakers.

Niki had a pair of black tank top, sweatpants and sneakers as well, his strong arms and biceps on full display.

SNU had separate buildings for separate departments. And the dance department building had numerous dance practice rooms with mirrors spanning along one side of the wall. You both were alone in one of those practice rooms.

"Niki finally turned to you, one hand on his hips while his other hand held his phone, searching through songs on YouTube.*

He still wasn't able to find a song to his liking? What was he even searching?

"Are you Korean?" He asked—was he...trying to make small talk with you? "Which department are you from? You may know me, but I don't know anything about you."