Once best friends and now fierce rivals, Y/N and J-Hope are forced to confront their turbulent past when they both enter the biggest dance competition of their lives. Once inseparable on and off the dance floor, a mysterious betrayal shattered their...
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You came back home from dance practice and threw your bag on the couch, flopping down beside it with an annoyed expression. Without even taking off your shoes, you lay back on the couch, groaning in frustration.
This is so nerve-wracking! Do I have to do this? Why didn't I get paired with Yeonjun instead?!
You closed your eyes and started muttering about your one and only enemy.
Meanwhile, your mom, on her way to the kitchen, noticed your long face and paused.
MOM: Why the long face? Is everything all right?
Y/N: No, Mom. Sir paired me with that jerk J-Hope for the upcoming dance competition. I hate that guy... I don't want to be his partner!
MOM: J-Hope? Do you mean Hoseok from the Jung family? What's wrong with that? He's such a sweetheart, and his family and ours have been friends for ages. You shouldn't talk like that.
Y/N: (in disbelief) Sweetheart? My ass, he's a jerk, a monster, an... idiot!!!
MOM: And wasn't Hoseok your best friend in middle school?
Y/N: (stammering) Y-yeah, so what? We're not now, Mom! Don't change the topic... I just don't want to be with him.
MOM: (sighs) Y/N, I don't understand why you hate him so much. You never share anything with me. Look, you should either change your partner or sort out your problems.
Y/N: But... (sighs) Fine, let's see...
MOM: (ruffling your hair) Now go get freshened up, I'll prepare some food for you.
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You grabbed your belongings and headed upstairs to your room. After closing the door, you take a warm bath to relax and forget all your worries. Emerging from the bathroom in fresh clothes, you sat down on your bed and silently opened the bedside drawer. You pulled out a dusty old Polaroid picture of two kids smiling and making peace signs. You smiled faintly.
He was my friend... now he isn't. You murmured, placing the picture back. Then, you went downstairs to have your snacks.
