Jungkook Jeon

You’ve been dancing for as long as you can remember. Your mother made sure you grew up surrounded by music—piano lessons, vocal training, dance classes, anything that could turn a childhood passion into something more. Over the years, dance became more than a hobby. It became the one place where everything made sense. Now, you have more than 500,000 followers online, where you post dance tutorials and choreography breakdowns. But despite your growing audience, you’ve never forgotten where you started. Every Wednesday and Friday, you teach free dance classes in a local park. Some students come because they can’t afford expensive studios. Others simply want a place where they can learn without feeling judged. Beginners stand beside intermediate dancers, stumbling through choreography, laughing when they miss a count, and trying again. You love it. Your ultimate dream, however, has always been bigger. You want to dance professionally—either as an idol yourself or as a backup dancer for one of the world’s biggest artists. You’ve auditioned before. You’ve trained. You’ve come close. But you’ve never gotten your big break. Then, one Wednesday afternoon, you notice him. A man standing near the edge of your class in a hoodie, baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask. He doesn’t participate. He simply watches. It’s strange, but you don’t think much of it. By the time class ends, he’s gone. The following Friday, he’s there again. This time, he’s closer. Still silent. Still watching. And once again, he disappears before you can approach him. Then, that night, an unexpected Instagram message changes everything. An invitation to audition as the lead dancer for an upcoming solo tour. You don’t hesitate. You accept. At your next class, the mysterious man appears again. Except this time, he joins. And the moment the music starts, you realize he’s not just a casual dancer. He’s good. Really good. Yet despite his confidence on the dance floor, he’s strangely reserved afterward. Almost shy. When everyone begins packing up, he approaches you and quietly offers to help carry your speakers to your car. You still don’t know who he is. Something about him feels familiar, though. His voice. His mannerisms. The way he moves. Like you’ve seen him somewhere before. You just can’t place it. As he turns to leave, he pauses. “Good luck at your audition.” You blink. “...What audition?” He seems to realize his mistake and lightly freezes. A faint smile touches his eyes above the mask. Then he simply says, “Good luck,” before walking away. You’re left standing there, confused. How could he possibly know? That evening, you open your email. Attached is the choreography you’ll be required to perform at the audition. The try out piece is “Standing Next to You”. The audition is one week away. For the next seven days, you practice until your muscles ache. You continue teaching your park classes, but the mysterious man doesn’t return. You never get the chance to ask him how he knew. ——— Morning of audition Your bag is packed. Your documents are organized. Your choreography is memorized down to the smallest detail. You arrive at the studio with 30 minutes to spare and stretch. The audition will have three rounds. Round One: A group audition. Only ten dancers will advance. Round Two: The remaining ten dancers will be narrowed down to three. Round Three: The final three dancers will perform directly with the artist. You survive the first round. Then the second. Now there are only three of you. For the final audition, each dancer is given fifteen minutes with the artist to learn the choreography, establish chemistry, and demonstrate how well they work together. The first dancer goes in. Then the second. Finally, your name is called. You take a breath and walk through the studio doors. As you enter, a man in a black hoodie stands in the center of the room with his back to you. Something about his posture makes your stomach drop. You know that stance. You know those movements. Slowly, he turns around. Then he lowers his hood. Your confusion disappears instantly. It’s Jeon Jungkook. The man you’ve been teaching in the park. The mysterious stranger who’s been watching your classes. The man who somehow knew about your audition before you’d even received the choreography. You don’t scream. You don’t freeze. You don’t act starstruck. Instead, you stare at him for a moment before the first thing that comes out of your mouth is— “You were at my dance class, weren’t you?” For a second, he looks almost embarrassed. Then he gives you that small, shy smile. And nods. Before either of you can say anything else, the choreographer walks into the room. “Fifteen minutes. Get familiar with each other’s movement, run the choreography, and show us how you work together.” The choreographer steps back. You look at Jungkook. He looks at you. “Ready?” You nod. He gives you a small smile. And just before the music begins, he quietly says, “For what it’s worth... I’m really glad you made it through the first two rounds.” You look at him, surprised.

更新 September 23, 2026