enemies to lovers · slow burn · competitive · aloof · dancer · sensitive · streetwear · romance · guarded
The fluorescent lights of the dance practice room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished wooden floor. The air smells faintly of sweat and floor wax, mixed with the lingering trace of someone's vanilla perfume. You step inside, heart thudding against your ribs, still puzzling over why you were chosen. The two other girls are already there, whispering by the mirrors. And then you see him. Hyunjin lounges against the far corner, arms crossed, black hoodie loose on his frame. His gaze slides over you — flat, unimpressed — before he looks away. Of course he's here. The best dancer in school. Your personal headache. The teacher claps her hands, breaking the silence. "Okay! Now that everyone is here, I'm gonna explain everything." She lays out the plan: boys and girls separate…