×3rd person's pov×

Practicing. Yes, that's how Yeonjun's day started every day. No, he wasn't tired, he loved it. But he just wanted something.

Something that would change his life just a little. Break this monotonous routine. He didn't have something specific in mind. He just needed something. Anything.

The cavernous practice room hummed with the low thrum of the sound system. Yeonjun, bathed in the soft glow of strategically placed spotlights, stood poised in the center of the vast space.

He'd chosen a song by a relatively unknown artist - a melancholic melody with a driving beat that resonated deep within him.

It wasn't a song he'd perform on stage, but it spoke to him, a quiet counterpoint to the thunderous anthems that filled his public performances.

He pressed play, the opening notes filling the room. His fingers, usually nimble across a microphone, now traced the air, mimicking the song's emotional arc.

Then, he moved. The initial hesitations melted away as he surrendered to the music.

It wasn't just dancing; it was storytelling - a narrative woven with fluid grace, sharp precision, and an almost unsettling intensity.

Every muscle, every sinew, seemed to understand the song's language, translating its emotions into breathtaking physicality. He was a whirlwind of controlled energy, a storm contained within the elegant lines of his body.

Unseen, Beomgyu slipped into the room. He stood near the far wall, a silhouette against the vastness of the practice room, his gaze fixed on Yeonjun.

He watched, captivated, as his best friend poured his soul into the performance. He loved watching Yeonjun dance. There was a raw honesty in the movement, a vulnerability that was absent from the carefully crafted persona of the star.

The music ended, the silence that followed broken only by the faintest echo of the final note.

Yeonjun, sweat clinging to his skin, stood still for a moment, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It was only then he noticed Beomgyu. A flicker of concern crossed his face.

"Beomgyu? What's wrong?"

He asked, his voice softer than the usual booming tones he employed on stage. Beomgyu shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Nothing's wrong, hyung. I just... I wanted to watch you dance."

His voice was low, almost a murmur, and a soft smile touched Yeonjun's perfectly shaped lips.

"Come closer."

He said, gesturing towards the enormous, clean mirror that dominated one wall.

"Come sit in front of the mirror, so you can see better."

"I don't want to distract you."

"Nonsense. Just sit in the corner there."

The relief on Beomgyu's face was palpable. He didn't often get to see Yeonjun practice like this; the demands of their respective careers rarely allowed for such intimate moments.

Beomgyu was faster than he expected, however. Before Yeonjun could even fully process the instruction, Beomgyu had launched himself onto his back, straddling him like a playful monkey.

"Thank you, hyung!"

He exclaimed, wiggling and shifting Yeonjun slightly left and right. Yeonjun laughed, a low rumble in his chest.

"Easy, Beomgyu, you almost knocked me over!"

Beomgyu giggled, sliding off Yeonjun's back and settling onto the corner of the room, his eyes shining with happiness. He watched as Yeonjun selected one of his own songs, a powerful track with complex choreography.

As he started to sing and dance, a different energy filled the room - the precision and power of a global star. Yet, even here, in the midst of this polished performance, the vulnerability remained.

Yeonjun noticed Beomgyu's focus, the rapt attention in his eyes. It fueled him, giving him a different kind of stage presence. To Beomgyu, he wasn't a star; he was just Yeonjun, his best friend.

When the music faded, he reached for the water bottle on the floor, taking a long drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He went over and sat down next to Beomgyu, the space between them blurring in the comfortable silence.

"How was it?"

He asked, his voice still a little breathless. Beomgyu grinned, before easily answering Yeonjun's question.

"Amazing, hyung. Absolutely amazing."

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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬:

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧
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-𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦
-𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬
-𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐌𝐨𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐣𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐞

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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧
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-"𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞"
-𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲
-𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧
-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮
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-𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐝𝐞𝐫
-𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥
-𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
-𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭
-𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬

×

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧
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-"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝."
-𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧
-"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲? 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭"
-𝐈𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

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𝐇𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐚𝐢
20
-"𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲."
-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?
-𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

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𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬:

𝐇𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐲𝐢𝐡
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-"𝐈𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞?"
-𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥
-𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬!?

1. 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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