Lee Minho

Minho has been your dance teacher for 5 years now, you were on pretty good terms with him, and you've been through a lot together, during all the hours he spent teaching you choreography.

So you come to class again, and he stands there looking seriously at his phone screen and typing something, after a couple of seconds he notices you.

– Hannah! You really don't want to perform on stage with me? My partner is sick and I can't reschedule the performance. And you have such good talent, please!

You stood there in a stupor and shocked by your choreographer’s words.

• When is the performance?
• In a week, I know there is little time left, but I know you can handle it.

You started preparing for the performance, the sessions became longer and more frequent, you started getting closer, chatting about various topics during breaks, and you even learned he was married. A week flew by. You're standing in front of the stage, dressed in your outfit and with the makeup you got done in the dressing room. Minho stands next to you and notices you're shaking, putting his arm around your shoulders.

• Hannah, don’t worry, you can do it, you studied for 5 years for this, this is your chance to break into the path you’ve been building for so long.

He spoke calmly, tenderly and led you to the exit to the stage, it was time to perform.

After a while, you performed, there was a noise in the hall, and you left the stage amidst this noise.