JL tried to shake off the unease from his conversation with Park Han, but it clung to him like sweat after training. The atmosphere at Groove Institute was already intense, but now, something felt different.
During a break, Park Han casually approached, holding out a cold bottle of water. "Thought you might need this."
JL blinked. "Oh, uh, thanks."
Park Han's eyes softened slightly. "You're working hard. It's impressive."
JL glanced around, noticing how other students, even from Rhythm High, looked over with curiosity. "I guess… we all are."
"But not everyone stands out," Park Han said, voice smooth. "Not like you."
JL felt his face warm. Before he could respond, a loud thud echoed from across the room.
Shuaibo had attempted to backflip off the stage, but his foot slipped, sending him tumbling onto Woongki, who was just trying to open a soda. The can exploded, drenching them both in a fizzy mess.
"Why are you like this?!" Woongki shrieked, shaking his arms as sticky liquid dripped down his sleeves.
Shuaibo groaned from the floor. "It wasn't my fault! The stage is slippery!"
Across the room, Chih En - who had been seething in silence - was forced to look away from JL and Park Han's interaction. His glare now redirected at the soda-soaked mess in front of him.
Shuaibo groaned dramatically, lying flat on his back. "This is it. My villain origin story."
"Look, villains don't fall off stages," Woongki muttered, wiping his face with his sleeve. "They make other people fall."
Shuaibo sat up, suddenly thoughtful. "So you're saying… I should push Park Han off the stage?"
Chih En almost choked on his drink.
"No, idiot! That's actual violence!" Woongki scolded.
"Not if I make it look like an accident," Shuaibo whispered conspiratorially.
Steven walked by, unfazed. "If anyone asks, I don't know you guys."
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JL wiped his forehead with his sleeve, stealing a glance at Steven and Chih En.
Something was off.
Steven was quieter than usual, not cracking as many jokes. And Chih En… well, he kept looking like he wanted to throw his water bottle at someone.
"You're distracted," Park Han noted, effortlessly keeping up with JL's movements.
JL forced a small laugh. "Just tired."
Park Han's gaze didn't waver. "Or maybe it's something else."
JL swallowed, unsure of how to respond.
Across the room, Woongki was still fuming about his ruined shirt when Shuaibo grabbed his shoulders dramatically. "Listen, Woongki, I have a plan."
"Oh no."
"We need to stop the villain from winning."
"…Who?"
Shuaibo pointed - not at Park Han, but at the vending machine. "It stole my money."
Woongki facepalmed. "We're in the middle of serious drama, and you're fighting a vending machine?"
"I'm a man of many battles," Shuaibo declared. "And I will not rest until I get my revenge."
JL caught this exchange out of the corner of his eye and shook his head with a small smile. At least some things never change.
But as his gaze drifted back to Park Han, he realized… some things do.
And that realization felt dangerous.
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After the chaos in the training hall settled down, Park Han lightly grabbed JL's wrist, this time with a much more relaxed demeanor. "Come with me," he said simply.
JL blinked, a little confused. "Where?"
"Roof."
Without waiting for an answer, Park Han turned and began walking toward the stairs, expecting JL to follow.
JL hesitated for a moment but then made up his mind and followed. They pushed through the door to the roof, the cool night air greeting them as the noise of the training hall faded away.
Park Han leaned against the railing and looked up at the sky, the stars flickering in the distance. "It's quieter here."
JL looked up as well, the silence between them comfortable but loaded with unspoken tension. He was about to speak when Park Han turned to face him.
"You know," Park Han said, his voice softer now, almost distant, "I've always liked this spot. The Rhythm High rooftop, watching the stars with you. That time, when everything was so simple…"
JL's heart skipped a beat at the mention of that memory. He remembered that night - how carefree they were, no pressure, no competition. Just two friends watching the world spin.
"It was special," JL agreed, the warmth of the memory flooding his chest.
Park Han smiled faintly, his eyes studying JL with a certain depth that made JL's stomach flutter.
"It meant something to me too, JL. That time with you, it was... different." He pushed himself off the railing, stepping closer to JL.
"But now, it feels like everything's changing. We're here, at Groove, training for something bigger, and I have to admit... I want to win. I want Groove to win. But if I'm being honest with myself..."
JL's breath hitched, his chest tightening at the seriousness in Park Han's voice.
Park Han took another step forward, his hand brushing lightly against JL's arm. "Deep down, what I want... is to be here with you. To dance and sing with you. To be in this with you, JL. Not just as competitors, but as something more."
For the first time, Park Han's usual smirk was absent, replaced by an almost vulnerable expression. He looked at JL, his gaze unwavering, as if he were waiting for something - an answer, a reaction.
"I don't want to just win the competition. I want to win you."
The words hung between them like the night air - heavy and uncertain.
JL's heart raced, his mind reeling from what he was hearing. Park Han, the person who always seemed so confident, now looked like someone unsure of what would come next.
"I..." JL began, but his voice faltered. His mind was spinning, and the words didn't seem to come out right.
Park Han stepped closer, his hand gently brushing JL's cheek, his thumb grazing the skin softly. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything now. I just... needed you to know."
JL's breath caught in his throat. He felt something shift - something deep inside him. Park Han's warmth was undeniable, and in this moment, the competitive fire in his eyes seemed to have melted away, replaced with sincerity.
Before JL could respond, the wind blew, rustling their hair, and for a second, it felt like time stood still. Park Han was waiting for JL to say something - anything.
JL's mouth opened, but the words refused to come out.