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...
Your batch, following tradition, organized a freshmen's party for all the newcomers. The budget was tight, so the decorations were simple—just a few streamers and balloons strung around the room. The food wasn't fancy, but it was plentiful, and the music was a playlist thrown together by one of the more tech-savvy students. Despite the lack of extravagance, the energy in the room was infectious. Laughter echoed off the walls, and the small dance floor quickly filled with people eager to show off their moves.
You and Irene had no involvement in the planning, but it did not prevent you from going. After all, who could resist the lure of free food and a good time? The two of you arrived together, instantly drawn to the snack table, where a spread of finger foods awaited. Irene grabbed a plate, eyeing the mini sandwiches with interest.
IRENE: [popping a mini-sandwich into her mouth] This is actually pretty decent for a low-budget party.
You nodded in agreement, surveying the room. The vibe was relaxed, with groups of students chatting, laughing, and enjoying the evening. The simplicity of the event somehow made it feel more genuine—more about the people and the connections than the decorations or the grandeur.
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As the night progressed, the music got louder, and more people joined the makeshift dance floor. Even though you hadn't expected much from the evening, you found yourself caught up in the lively atmosphere, smiling as Irene tried to drag you into a dance-off with some of the new students.
IRENE: Come on, Y/N, let out some steam!
YOU: [smiling] No, not now; this isn't the right place, Irene. Look, there are so many freshmen; it's about them, not me!
You refused Irene's invitation with a playful shake of your head, opting to stay back. There was no way you were leaving your unfinished plate of food behind. As she laughed and joined the dance floor, you took a sip of your cold drink, savoring the refreshing taste while watching Irene dive into the fun. She quickly made herself at home among the freshmen, her energy alluring as she danced without a care in the world.
IRENE: The world will witness my dance tonight! Turn it up!
Your gaze drifted across the room, taking in the scene—the dim lighting, the upbeat music, and the scattered groups of students chatting and laughing. Then, almost as if by instinct, your eyes landed on J-Hope. He was leaning casually against the wall opposite you, seemingly unaware of your attention. He was dressed in a sleek black denim shirt and matching pants, his look completed by minimalistic jewelry that added just the right amount of edge to his outfit.
For a moment, everything else seemed to fade into the background. The lively chatter, the music, the laughter—they all became a distant hum as you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. He looked effortlessly cool, his posture relaxed, yet there was a certain intensity in his presence. The way the dim light caught the angles of his face and the subtle shine of his jewelry made him stand out in the crowd, even as he seemed perfectly at ease blending into the background.
