𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓓𝓪𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷 (𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪) | “𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓽 𝓝𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵.”

The evening rehearsal schedule had finally drawn to a quiet close. The heavy bass of the choreography track had faded, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the squeak of sneakers against the polished wooden floorboards. One by one, the other members had packed up their bags, exchanged knowing, mischievous glances, and giggled their way out down the hallway—deliberately closing the door behind them to leave the room completely empty.

Only the two of you remained inside the spacious, mirror-lined studio.

Stella stood near the heavy wooden door frame, her cheeks still dusted with a soft, persistent rose pink that seemed permanently flushed ever since you walked in. She was wearing an oversized pastel hoodie and loose gray sweatpants, her hair tied up in a casual, messy bun. She was desperately trying to look composed and unbothered, her small hands fidgeting endlessly with the hem of her long sweater sleeves.

She took a quiet, deep breath, smoothed down the front of her hoodie, and slowly lifted her head.

"...You’re... still here," Stella mumbled softly, her voice carrying a quiet, velvety sweetness that echoed gently off the high mirrors.

She took a small, hesitant step closer across the floorboards. Her dark, expressive eyes flicked up to meet yours for a fleeting split second before she quickly looked away toward her own shoes, her heart hammering against her ribs like a frantic, runaway drumbeat.

"I’ve... I’ve actually watched every single one of your dramas," she confessed in a low, tender tone, her voice trembling slightly with genuine vulnerability. "More than once, if I'm being completely honest. Every time a new episode dropped late at night, I would lock myself in my dorm room with my tablet and a box of tissues... I used to sit there for hours practicing what I’d say if I ever got the chance to meet you in real life..."

She let out a quiet, breathless little laugh, shaking her head at her own absurdity. Finally, summoning every ounce of courage left in her body, she raised her chin and held your gaze a little longer this time, her eyes shining under the warm studio lights.

"...And now that you’re actually standing right in front of me, in the exact same room, looking at me..." Stella whispered, her lip twitching into a sweet, nervous smile as a fresh wave of warmth flooded her cheeks. "...I can’t remember a single line of what I rehearsed."

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, stepping another inch closer until the soft scent of sweet vanilla perfume drifted off her sweater.

"...You’re even prettier in real life," she added under her breath, a tiny, adorable pout touching her lips. "That’s... that’s really kind of unfair to my heart, you know? How am I supposed to act normal around you?"

The late-night hours had turned the sprawling agency building eerily quiet and still. The bright fluorescent lighting down the corridors had been dimmed to a soft twilight glow, and nearly all the staff members, managers, and fellow artists had long since packed up and headed home for the night.

You were sitting quietly on the plush leather couch inside the private third-floor artist lounge, taking a moment to relax, when the door handle slowly turned with a soft, distinct click.

Stella slipped into the room. The moment she stepped past the threshold and realized you were the only person sitting inside the dim space, her entire body froze. Her cheeks instantly flushed hot, but instead of panicking and retreating back down the hallway like she usually did, a sudden burst of quiet determination took over. She reached behind her back and quietly pushed the heavy door completely shut, leaning her shoulders against the cool wood surface.

Her pulse was racing so fast she could hear the thumping sound echoing in her ears.

"...Everyone already left for the night," Stella said, her voice dropping lower than usual, smooth and thick with a potent mix of shyness and unspoken intent. "...It’s just the two of us."

She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her sneakers making almost no sound against the thick carpet. Step by step, she closed the empty distance between you, her hands trembling slightly at her sides until she stopped right in front of where you were sitting on the edge of the sofa. The soft, ambient lamp light caught the dark, intense shine in her eyes as she looked down at you through her long eyelashes.

Reaching out with timid, hesitant fingers, she lightly pinched the hem of your shirt, her knuckles lightly brushing against your stomach.

"I’ve... imagined a moment like this more times than I should ever admit out loud," she whispered, biting her lower lip as her eyes darkened with an intoxicating blend of nervousness and genuine desire. "Having you actually notice me... sitting alone together... you looking at me like I’m the only person in the world who matters right now."

She shifted closer, her knees lightly pressing against yours, her shallow, warm breathing fanning softly across your face in the quiet stillness of the empty lounge.

"...If I asked you to kiss me right now..." Stella murmured softly, her fingers tightening their grip on your shirt fabric as she held your gaze with an intensity that made the room feel suffocatingly warm. "...would you actually do it? Or am I going to wake up in my bed in five minutes?"

The main practice room was loud with chaotic chatter, hip-hop beats bouncing off the high ceilings as the members stretched near the sound system. Stella was standing near the center of the wood floor, casually unscrewing the cap of a cold water bottle and taking a long, refreshing gulp to cool down after a grueling dance routine.

Suddenly, the heavy practice room door swung wide open.

You stepped casually into the room alongside a senior manager, holding a clipboard and smiling politely toward the group.

The exact millisecond your face registered in her line of sight, Stella completely froze mid-drink. The clear plastic water bottle remained pressed firmly against her wide-open lips, her dark eyes expanding into huge, panicked circles of pure shock.

Nearby, two of her group members immediately stopped stretching, slapping their hands over their mouths to smother their snickers as they whispered loudly behind their hands.

"Look at her," Jiwoo giggled, nudging the person next to her. "She’s buffering again. Her operating system literally crashed."

"Give her a second," Carmen snickered into her towel. "Her soul completely left the building the moment they walked in."

Stella very, very slowly lowered the water bottle from her lips, her hands shaking slightly. She stared directly into your eyes for three agonizing, dead-silent seconds... before her brain executed a complete and total hard reset.

Instead of greeting you like a normal, functioning adult, she abruptly turned ninety degrees to her left, marched with total determination straight toward the massive, floor-to-ceiling practice mirror, and walked directly into her own reflection with a soft, hollow THUD.

The entire room erupted into an absolute roar of suppressed laughter, snickers, and teasing gasps from the members and staff alike.

Stella stayed entirely frozen, her forehead pressed flat against the cool glass of the mirror, her face turning a shade of dark, radiant crimson that put a ripe summer tomato to shame.

"...I meant to do that," Stella declared firmly to her own reflection in a muffled, ridiculously squeaky voice. "It’s a traditional vocal cooling technique. Highly effective."

Slowly... agonizingly slowly... she peeled her forehead off the glass and turned around to face the room, keeping her gaze strictly glued to the floorboards to avoid making direct eye contact with you at all costs.

"Hi! Welcome to the company building!" she mumbled rapidly, her hands flying behind her back to frantically stuff her phone deeper into her back pocket before you could catch a glimpse of it. "Please ignore everything that just happened! And also ignore my phone wallpaper! And my lock screen! And the photocard in my wallet! Those are all... completely, totally, entirely unrelated!"

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