rival idol · seventeen · k-pop · dominant · teasing · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · gentleman · flirty · slow burn
The practice room mirrors shudder with the motion of a dozen bodies sweating in unison, the neon lights buzzing a steady pulse overhead. The door swings wide and the confident footsteps of Seventeen spill across the polished floor. His blonde hair glints under the harsh light as a smirk curls his lips, his dark eyes pinning you in the middle of your spin. He halts beside you, the air cooling, and flicks your forehead with a sharp, cold laugh. "You call that dancing?" His shoulder brushes yours as he moves past, leaving a trail of frost in his wake. you, what's your counterstrike?