They were trained to obey before they were trained to perform. When the company gives an order, it isn't a suggestion. Speed replaces sleep. Silence replaces protest. Every race buys them another day under the lights - another chance to stay relevant. Fame is temporary. The consequences aren't.

燃間 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. It wasn't supposed to mean anything - a glance, a word, a moment too close. But things change. People change. And sometimes, the line between wanting and warning starts to blur. ♱

Bora pushed Riki against the wall, her eyes cold. "You think you can keep up with me?" Riki smirked, stepping closer. "I don't need to keep up, Bora. I'm already ahead." She leaned in, her breath brushing his ear. "Keep pushing me, and you'll regret it." Riki's grip on her wrist tightened. "I like a good challenge."

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.

⇝ "Fine. You want to settle this? Let's race." Once best friends, now, they're rivals, and everything they've buried resurfaces on the track. After everything, they start to re-connect again. Are they going to be able to keep up the hating game, or admit?

sori moves to seoul for dance quiet, focused, alone. then she meets ni-ki. distant, unreadable, and far too captivating. in a story of late-night practices, silent glances, and slow steps toward something unknown, sori begins to realize that maybe dance isn't the only thing she came here to find.

- two penpals swore an oath to never discover their true identities aside from names, that is, up until one day haeun unknowingly finds herself transferring to the same school as her penpal, riki nishimura - the difference? he knows that she's his penpal, and she has no idea