Practice ended late that day.
Everyone was tired.
The hall slowly emptied—music fading, voices getting distant.
You stayed back.
Not because you had to.
Just… because you didn't feel like leaving yet.
"Still here?"
You turned.
Taehyung.
"You too," you replied.
He walked in, dropping his bag on the chair.
"Needed to fix one part."
Of course he did.
You nodded.
"…Same."
Silence settled.
But it wasn't uncomfortable.
It never was—with him.
Music started again.
Low volume.
You stood in position.
He stood a few steps away.
"Show me," he said.
You frowned."You're not even my partner."
"I know," he replied calmly."But you're still off."
You rolled your eyes.
But still—
you started.
Step.
Turn.
Lift—
"Stop."
You froze.
"Too early," he said, walking closer.
"I wasn't—"
"You were."
He stood right in front of you now.
Closer than usual.
"Again."
You exhaled.
Started again.
This time—
he stepped in.
Before you could react—
his hand held your wrist.
Gently.
Guiding.
"Wait for the beat," he said softly.
You nodded.
Again.
Music played.
Step.
Turn.
This time—
you didn't rush.
His other hand came to your waist.
Light.
But steady.
"Now," he said.
You moved.
The step flowed perfectly.
For a second—
you both stayed like that.
Close.
Too close.
Your breath slowed.
His hand didn't move away.
Neither did you.
The music continued in the background.
But it felt far.
"You got it," he said quietly.
But his voice felt… different.
You looked up.
He was already looking at you.
Not like before.
Not just noticing.
Something else.
Something that had been building—
without words.
Your heart started beating faster.
You didn't step back.
Neither did he.
"Why do you do that?" you asked softly.
"What?"
"Act like nothing affects you."
Silence.
His gaze didn't shift.
"…It does," he said.
That was it.
Simple.
But not light.
Your breath caught.
"Then why don't you say anything?"
A pause.
Then—
"Because I don't need to."
That answer—
shouldn't have made sense.
But it did.
And maybe that's why—
you didn't think.
You didn't stop.
You just…
moved.
Closer.
And before you could process it—
your lips touched his.
Soft.
Brief.
But real.
Very real.
Time stopped.
Everything did.
For a second—
neither of you moved.
Then—
you pulled back.
Your heart racing.
"…I—"
You couldn't even finish.
Taehyung didn't speak.
He just looked at you.
Not shocked.
Not confused.
Just… still.
Which somehow made it worse.
"I didn't mean to—" you started.
But stopped.
Because that wasn't true.
Silence filled the space again.
Heavy this time.
Real.
"I should go," you said quickly.
You grabbed your bag.
Didn't look at him again.
And walked out.
Fast.
Too fast.
⏳ Outside
You stopped once you were out.
Breathing uneven.
"What did I just do…"
Your hand touched your lips unconsciously.
That moment—
kept replaying.
And the worst part?
👉 You didn't regret it.
⏳ Back inside
Taehyung stood in the same place.
Still.
His hand slowly dropped to his side.
He exhaled.
Not rushed.
Not shaken.
But something in his expression—
had changed.
"…Right."
Just one word.
But it carried everything.
⏳ That Night
You sat on your bed.
Phone in hand.
No messages.
From him.
From Jimin—
Jimin:"You didn't text today again."
You stared at it.
Guilt hit.
Hard.
Because now—
👉 something had happened👉 and only one of them knew
And you—
were stuck right in the middle of it.