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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Jhope rushed back to his room, clutching his stomach in pain, sweat streaming down his face in rivulets. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and disbelief churning within him. He had never liked Mr. Sinclair, but he had never expected him to reveal such a disturbing side—one that crossed all boundaries.
He slammed the door shut behind him and stumbled toward the mirror. As he removed his shirt, the reflection that met his eyes was a painful reminder of the encounter. Across his well-defined abs, a brown bruise marred his skin, the result of a brutal kick.
J-HOPE: (voice trembling)I don't know what to do... What should I do? Inform the police? Would that be too extreme? (thinking aloud)Should I inform Y/N?
Mr. Sinclair's voice echoed in J-hope's mind, taunting him: What will you do? Talk to Y/N? Will she believe you? Jhope sank onto his bed, overwhelmed with confusion and hurt. The cruel words reverberated, making him doubt his next move. "I don't think she'll even date a guy like you," Mr. Sinclair had said. The pain in J-hope's heart intensified as he was flooded with memories of the dance competition and the moments that followed. Each recollection felt like a sting, amplifying his anguish and leaving him questioning everything he thought he knew about trust and his own worth.
J-hope's blood ran cold as Mr. Sinclair's words again echoed in his mind: I wonder what fun we'll have once I kick that Eunwoo guy out. The name Eunwoo struck him like a bolt of lightning. Panic surged through him as he leaped from his bed, grabbing his phone with trembling hands. It was 4:05 AM, but he couldn't afford to wait. Ignoring the hour, he dialed Eunwoo's number, driven by a pressing need for answers.
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The phone rings, jolting Eunwoo awake. He glances at the caller ID, recognizing J-hope's name. He answers groggily.
J-HOPE: (urgent and frantic) Eunwoo, I need to talk to you right now. It's about Mr. Sinclair.
EUNWOO: (alert, now fully awake) Mr. Sinclair? What do you mean? What's happened?
J-HOPE: No time to explain, just answer me—are there any meetings related to the internship coming up?
EUNWOO: (confused but focused) Yes, there's a meeting scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Why? Hello-
*Hung up*
Jhope immediately cut that call, set his phone beside him and lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a heavy heart. Each breath felt weighted with worry and the weight of uncertainty.
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I might have an idea to save her, but I can't shake the fear that it could ruin everything we've worked for.
Jhope covered his face, dragging his hands down with a shudder before spreading them out on the bed.
J-HOPE: I guess, It's the best for us. As long as she stays safe...I don't care about anything.
