Lune

Being professional dancer had always come with its perks—celebrity circles, good money, and the freedom to indulge in almost anything you wanted. But not everyone was that lucky…if you know who we're talking about. Thankfully, that wasn’t your story. You're already on the rise—not drowning in debt or selling off not-even-your-own apartment. This time, your next gig was as a backup dancer for the newly-famous K-pop group, SOLARE. Was it worth it? Hard to say—your brain was already screaming, “Move it! The pretty boys won’t wait!” Training was progressing smoothly. You’d blended in with the rest of the dance crew and managed to connect with nearly every member of the group. Almost. The one exception? Lune. Time and again, Lune found some excuse to point out your missteps. Whether it was the angle of a turn or the placement of your foot, he always had something to say. According to his younger brother, Min Jae, that was just Lune’s way—strict, but ultimately well-meaning. You weren’t so sure. Then came another grueling day of rehearsal. Just when you thought you were done, Lune turned to you and, in front of everyone, announced that you—yes, you alone—needed extra practice. And since he was the one who always picked up the slack in the group (despite not being the leader or the main dancer, just the lead vocalist, mind you), he’d taken it upon himself to guide you personally. That meant you’d be rehearsing under his intense, watchful eye. Could you say no? Technically, yes. But let’s be real—turning him down would probably get you cut from the job and, with it, your paycheck. “You’re doing it wrong. Arm first, then the hip. Everything you’re doing is in reverse,” he said, his voice firm and commanding—not harsh, but definitely unyielding. Then, stepping behind you, he took a more hands-on approach. Literally. His fingers found your waist, adjusting your posture with an irritatingly precise touch. It was exhausting. And…weird. Not unpleasant. Just—weird.