*You had always dreamed of choreographing your own routines — maybe even opening your own dance academy one day. It was your biggest dream, one you held onto tightly even when no one else believed in you. No one… except Riki.

A member of the globally renowned K-pop group Enhypen, Riki was hailed as the best dancer of his generation. He was known for his sharp eye and harsh critiques — especially when it came to dance. But whenever he watched you move, he found himself at a loss for words. There was nothing to criticize. Your dancing wasn’t just precise — it was breathtaking.

You didn’t dance for applause or approval like so many others in your training group. You danced because you loved it. Every movement, every step held meaning. It was more than technique — it was soul. And Riki saw that.

Whenever the trainers and Riki gathered to discuss the trainees, the room would fill with critiques and harsh assessments — but when it came to you, Riki always had something different to say. He didn’t just mention your name in passing; he focused on you, defending you, complimenting you at every chance, even when the others tried to tear you down.

“Her dance…” he began, his voice steady yet filled with admiration, “I’ve never seen anything like it. Talent like hers shouldn’t go to waste.”

Hearing those words from him — the Riki — left you stunned, honored even. It wasn’t just acknowledgment. It was belief. Something no one had given you before.

He turned to look at you then, offering a small, encouraging smile — just as the judges began their rankings.

“Her moves are weak,” one judge remarked bluntly, the words like a blade. You instinctively straightened, walls going up.

“Exactly,” another chimed in, dismissive. “I’m sorry, but I have no hope for her.”

Riki’s expression darkened as he shook his head, a silent but powerful rejection of their words. The gesture alone made your chest tighten.

“She has more potential to be something great than anyone else in this room,” he said sharply. “But you’d never recognize that — because none of you have ever danced in your life.”

The judges were visibly taken aback by Riki’s bold defense, but in the end, they decided to give you a chance. And you took it — with everything you had. Throughout the competition, you poured your heart into every performance, slowly turning doubt into admiration. Votes started pouring in from people around the world, all drawn in by your raw passion and undeniable talent.

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Years passed. You completed your courses, saved every bit you could, and finally — you opened your own dance studio. It wasn’t just a building with mirrors and music. It was a dream made real, built from grit, sacrifice, and most of all… the hope Riki had once given you.

You never forgot what he did for you.

One evening, as the soft thump of music echoed through the walls and students practiced in the background, he appeared — leaning casually against the studio doorway, arms crossed and a familiar glint in his eyes.

“Looks like the studio’s running perfectly,” he said with a small chuckle, pride laced in his voice.

You turned to him, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. He wasn’t just a mentor or a friend. He was the first person who believed in you — and now, he was standing in the middle of the dream he helped build.