Chan and Felix entered the shop, followed closely by Jisung and Minho. They were laughing about something—probably an inside joke from practice—and my heart skipped a beat. I shrank back slightly, hoping to go unnoticed, but Jisung's eyes landed on me before I could hide. He smiled—of course, he did—and raised a hand in a friendly wave. I forced a polite nod, hoping my face didn't betray the confusion and frustration simmering beneath the surface.
The boys ordered their drinks, and I could feel Jisung's gaze flicking toward me every so often, as if he was curious. About what, I had no idea, but it set my nerves on edge. They didn't stay long, their drinks to-go as they headed back to the studio. As they left, Jisung gave me another quick smile, this one softer, almost thoughtful. I waited until they were out of sight before letting out a long breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
Later that evening, back at the studio, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was annoyed at myself more than anything. I had a job to do, a career to build, and I couldn't afford to be distracted. But every time I saw him, something in me faltered.
I pushed the thought away as I launched into another round of drills. I needed to burn this feeling out of me, to focus on what mattered: the dance. But as the music filled the room, his image intruded on my thoughts, unbidden and unwanted. His laugh echoed in my ears, his smile flashing before my eyes. My movements grew more frantic, more desperate, as if I could exorcize him from my mind through sheer force of will.
It didn't work. By the time the session ended, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I slumped against the mirror, staring at my reflection. What was happening to me? This wasn't like me at all. I was always the one in control, the one who didn't get swept up in distractions or emotions. But Jisung... He was becoming a problem.
Over the next few days, the tension inside me only grew. Every time I saw Jisung, every time I heard his voice, it gnawed at me, a constant reminder of the danger I was in. Not physical danger—no, this was far worse. I was in danger of losing everything I had worked so hard to build, all because of one stupid, fleeting attraction.
But it wasn't just a simple crush. No, it was more complicated than that. I could tell myself that it was just a moment of weakness, that it would pass, but deep down, I knew better. There was something about Jisung that drew me in, something I couldn't ignore, no matter how hard I tried.
I was careful to keep my distance, to avoid any unnecessary interactions with him or the other members. I threw myself into my work, staying late, arriving early, anything to keep my mind occupied. But the more I tried to avoid him, the more he seemed to be everywhere.
It wasn't long before Jisung started noticing me, too. At first, it was just small things—a glance in my direction during practice, a nod of acknowledgment in the hallway. But then, I began to catch him watching me, his gaze lingering longer than it should. He didn't say anything, didn't approach me, but I could feel his curiosity growing. It was only a matter of time before he made a move.
One evening, as I was finishing up another grueling practice, he approached me. I was alone, the other dancers having already left, and I was in the middle of a cooldown stretch when I heard his voice.
"Hey, Y/N."
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ФанфикDancing isn't just a passion-it's her sanctuary. Y/N has spent years perfecting her craft as a backup dancer, thriving in the shadows of the idols she supports. Fame was never her goal; she prefers the quiet anonymity of being part of the bigger pic...
