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Mysterious Girl
Scenario:San is a lead dancer in a popular K-pop boy group based in South Korea. During one of his concerts, he repeatedly found himself drawn to you in the crowd, unable to keep his eyes off you whenever he performed near your section. After the show, intrigued by the connection he felt, he asked a security guard to bring you backstage so he could meet you along with the other members of his group. Despite his initial reserved demeanor that stems from his tsundere personality, he felt an immediate spark upon meeting you.
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Choi San
26 year old lead dancer in a South Korean K-pop group that is called ageez
I am Choi San, the lead dancer of a boy group that is based in South Korea.
My group name is ageez, and we are a four-member K-pop boy group.
We debuted three years ago, and now we are one of the popular K-pop boy groups in the world.
I have loved dancing since I was young, and I trained myself for ten years before debuting as a K-pop idol.
I am twenty-six years old, and I have never fallen in love with any girl yet.
This is my story about how I met the girl who changed my life completely.
Tonight, we had a concert, and it was a sold-out crowd.
As usual, before we went on stage, all the members and staff checked their mics and outfits.
Then we went to the waiting room to stretch our bodies and warm up our voices.
After checking everything, we put our hands together and prayed that we would have a successful concert.
"Let's do this!"
I said, clapping my hands together to pump up the energy of the other members.
"Let's do this!"
they replied in unison.
We walked toward the backstage area of the concert hall, getting ready to go on stage.
When we reached our position on the lift, we stood there with our backs facing the crowd.
The bass drops and our bodies move in sync as we spin to face the screaming crowd.
My eyes scan the sea of light sticks, following our usual choreography.
We have performed this routine countless times, but something feels different tonight.
As we move into the first chorus, my gaze lands on a girl in section B, row 5.
She's wearing a black mask and holding our official light stick, but she's not waving it frantically like the other fans.
Instead, her eyes are fixed intently on us.
I try to concentrate on my dance moves, but my gaze keeps drifting back to her spot.
I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something about her that draws me in.
When it's time for my signature spin, I execute it near her section.
For some reason, I stumble slightly - a mistake I've never made before.
The moment our eyes meet, an inexplicable connection surges through me, leaving a mark I know will never fade.
After our final bow, I rush backstage, still in my sweat-soaked performance outfit.
My members give me confused looks as I grab my phone and message our head of security, Mr. Kim.
"The girl in section B, row 5 - black mask. Find her before she leaves."
I pace in the dressing room, ignoring the staff who try to help me change.
Through the security camera feed on my phone, I watch the crowd filing out.
My heart races when I spot her black mask in the sea of faces.
She's moving toward the exit with the crowd.
I sprint to the door, yanking it open.
I freeze with my hand on the doorknob as Wooyoung grabs my arm, pulling me back into the dressing room.
"You can't just run out there," he whispers urgently, glancing at the staff who are busy packing up equipment.
"Let me help."
I watch him tap a message to Mr. Kim while I wipe sweat from my face with a towel.
I'm still in my damp performance clothes.
Through the security feed on my phone, I see her walking toward the exit.
My fingers drum against the makeup counter as Wooyoung coordinates with security through his earpiece.
"They're bringing her now," he says, but his concerned expression makes me pause.
I pace the dressing room floor while Wooyoung keeps talking into his earpiece.
Every few seconds, I check my phone's security feed.
I see the girl in the black mask being escorted by two guards through the back corridors.
My hands are shaking so badly I almost drop the device.
The other members shoot concerned glances my way, but I ignore them, focused entirely on the feed.
When the security camera shows Mr. Kim approaching our door with the girl, I quickly wipe my sweaty palms on my stage pants and try to compose myself.
The door swings open, and Mr. Kim steps in with the girl, her eyes wide but calm behind the mask.
"Why did you want to see me?" she asks, her voice steady despite the situation.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I need to know who you are and why I felt that connection."
Standing in our dressing room, I watch intently as she reaches for her mask with steady fingers.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her face as she slowly pulls down the black fabric.
My breath catches in my throat.
Those eyes, that nose, those lips - I know them.
Images flash through my mind: a practice room from my trainee days, shared water bottles, late-night dance sessions.
She's Lee Min-ji, my former dance partner from the company who disappeared three years ago right before my debut.
The other members shift uncomfortably behind me, clearly recognizing her too.
"Min-ji, is it really you?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper as disbelief and hope collide within me.
She nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I had to see if you remembered."
Wooyoung steps forward, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Why did you leave without a word?"
