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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In a cute, pastel-hued room filled with plushies of all sizes and dainty decorations, Irene curled up on her soft couch, engrossed in her favorite K-drama playing on her laptop. The glow from her screen reflected off her wide eyes, but her attention wavered as she slyly scrolled through her phone, stalking Mr. Sinclair's profile. She wanted to know everything about him-the little details, the secrets he might be hiding. With each swipe, her curiosity deepened, but the cuteness of her cozy space made the whole scene feel oddly innocent despite her sneaky snooping.
IRENE: I can't find anything interesting! Why is he so hard to find?
She kept scrolling, from Mr. Sinclair's profile to his followers and following list, tapping on unfamiliar faces and stalking them too. Each click brought her deeper into his digital web, searching for any hint of who he really was. With her eyes glued to the screen, she analyzed every detail-friends, family, colleagues-nothing escaped her radar. It was almost like a game now, and Irene wasn't going to stop until she found something worth her curiosity.
IRENE: Oh! What's this?
Irene's heart skipped a beat when she clicked on one of Mr. Sinclair's friends' stories. The usual mundane posts passed by-pictures of coffee, random outings-until something caught her eye. A snapshot of Mr. Sinclair, standing in front of an unfamiliar building, talking to a man she had never seen before. The caption underneath read, "Another late-night meeting, always something brewing..." Her brows furrowed as she zoomed in, trying to make out the details. The atmosphere in the photo felt off.
IRENE: This place is a little...weird. Why is Mr. Sinclair there?
Irene tried to dig deeper, but it was a dead end. Frustration welled up as she stared at her phone screen, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Something about Mr. Sinclair didn't sit right with her. As she pondered, a sudden realization hit her like a jolt. "I have an internship with Mr. Sinclair," your voice echoed in her head.
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Irene's heart sank. The uncertainty she already felt now morphed into something darker.
Irene stared at her phone, her mind racing, unsure of what to do next. The unsettling thoughts about Mr. Sinclair swirled in her head, making it hard to focus on anything else. And now, with you on her mind, she knew she couldn't just brush off her suspicions. She had to clear her doubts about him-whatever it took.
