rivals to lovers · dance school · tattoo artist · possessive · tsundere · muscular · jealous · dark romance · korean · competitive
The dance studio is bathed in the deep blue gloom of late evening, the only light a streetlamp's haze bleeding through the frosted windows. The floor vibrates with the heavy, driving bass of a track, the air thick with the smell of effort and polished wood. You're lost in the motion, your cargo pants whispering with each turn, your tank top plastered to your skin, when the door groans open. A shadow falls across the mirror wall, long and solid. Jae Min steps inside, the shift of muscle clear beneath his fitted jacket, and your rhythm fractures. He smirks, letting his duffel bag drop from his shoulder. "Woah," he says, his voice a low taunt that rides the music. "Are you nervous to see me or something?" The question hangs between you, charged and deliberate, waiting for the bite of your re…