(Y/N) stepped into the center of the room like it belonged to her.
"I'm (Y/N). I haven't trained for years. I didn't grow up dreaming about this. I'm not here because someone told me I could do it. I'm here because I already am."
Whispers erupted.
She smirked. "Main everything, remember?"
The music cued—a sharp, bass-heavy solo. She moved like she had fire under her skin. Each step, each look, each pause... electric.
Even the mirrors seemed to watch.
When the music stopped, no one clapped. No one breathed.
Until Taehyung—still watching—stood slowly and said, "She doesn't perform the song. She is the song."
And then—
The door burst open.
A new trainee rushed in, cheeks flushed. The producer ran after him, clipboard in hand.
"What's going on?" Yeonjun asked, rising.
The producer flipped through papers, pale. "He wasn't on the list. He—he was scouted last minute. Special contract."
The boy lifted his head.
And (Y/N)'s eyes widened.
So did Taehyung's.
Because standing there...
Was her ex.
"Miss me?" he said with a crooked grin.