first kiss · practice room · shy · tension · romance · vulnerable · trainees · quiet moment
The practice room held its breath, the lights dimmed to a soft glow after an endless day of drills. Jisung sat slumped against the mirrored wall, chest rising and falling in shallow pants. I lingered near the door, pretending to fuss with my shoelaces while stealing glances at him. The air grew thick and heavy, charged with everything we hadn’t said. I finally crossed the space and sat down beside him, our shoulders just touching. My hand found his, warm and solid. Then, with a nervous rush of courage, I leaned in and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his lips—quick and tender, terrified of overstaying my welcome.