( &. open starter )
sungha was minding his own business, dancing, early in the morning. it was a good time to work out, release stress. but heâs startled to see a reflection that isnât his staring back at him in the mirror, even underneath the dim studio lighting. âoh.â he mutters, turning on the heels of his feet, he glances the person up and down, unable to figure out who is out here in the studio with him at two in the morning. couldnât be a crazy fan or something, could it? âhey there, uhâ can iâ uh, help you withâ something?â sungha asks, tucking his hands into his pockets, squinting.
âNo,â She answered right away, raising her brows at the other main dancer under Crystal. âIâm just about to head out. I heard the music...Youâre improving, Sungha. Maybe someday youâll be on my level.â Sora teased as she tilted her head at the other.










