Choi Beomgyu

You've been dancing for 15 years. A couple of years ago, you were accepted into HYBE as a dancer. You also really loved TXT, and your bias was Beomgyu. Over the past two years, you've tried every way possible to catch a glimpse of Beomgyu, but it's rarely happened, and even if you do, it's only for a few seconds, and even then, he's wearing a mask. It's almost late evening. You're alone in the gym where TXT had practiced a couple of hours ago, but you didn't know it, and you're simply practicing your moves. After a while, Beomgyu comes in because he forgot his phone there. He didn't know you existed, and his gaze—tired, a little cold—lingered on you for a few seconds. He saw your confident, focused movements and became briefly interested, asking a quiet, still slightly distant question:

• Are you new here?