Chapter 1: The Awakening

It was a slightly rainy summer day. Outside the towering glass windows of the

JYP Entertainment building, the rain was pattering monotonously against the

panes, tracing jagged, liquid silver paths down the glass. The gloomy weather

cast a muted, gray light over Seoul, but inside the grand dance studio, the

atmosphere was entirely different.

Sullyoon stepped quietly through the heavy double doors of the rehearsal room.

Nineteen years old, with wide, expressive brown deer eyes that usually held a

profound shyness, she moved with a timid grace. She was dressed comfortably for

practice, swallowed in a light, grayish-blue, loose-fitting, sweatshirt-style

pullover hoodie that draped perfectly over her slender frame. Beneath the

oversized hoodie, dark gray charcoal leggings hugged her long legs tightly,

emphasizing her fit, lithe dancer's physique.

TWICE had been dancing in this exact room just an hour earlier. Sullyoon closed

her eyes and inhaled deeply. The air conditioning was humming faintly, but the

room still held the lingering ghost of their presence. It was an intoxicating,

heady mixture of expensive, sweet floral perfumes, the sharp, raw tang of fresh

sweat, and the faint, warm scent of heated skin.

Sullyoon had come here to practice, but her mind was entirely elsewhere. For

weeks, a scandalous whisper had been circulating through the darker, more

private corners of the company. She had heard the rumors from Lia of ITZY during

a late-night vocal session. The rumor was wild, impossible, and utterly

scandalous: All the members of TWICE were secretly fucking the strict, imposing

European bodyguard and dance trainer, Y/N.

Y/N was a legend in the building. A thirty-year-old European powerhouse,

standing an intimidating 188 centimeters tall and weighing a solid 90 kilograms

of pure, sculpted muscle. He had short, sharp black hair and piercing brown eyes

that missed absolutely nothing. He was notoriously strict, adhering rigidly to

the rules, demanding perfection from the idols. He was almost always seen in a

sleek, tailored black Adidas training suit, looking more like an untouchable

enforcer than a lover. The idea that the untouchable, perfect members of TWICE

were surrendering themselves to him was a thought that made Sullyoon’s heart

pound against her small, A-cup chest.

Lia had mentioned something else. A secret room. A hidden sanctuary right here

in the dance studio.

Sullyoon’s deer eyes flicked toward the massive, wall-to-wall mirror that

spanned the entirety of the room. Normally, this mirror was simply a tool, a

vast expanse of reflective glass where idols perfected their synchronization.

But today, to Sullyoon’s hyper-aware senses, it looked like a fortress hiding a

grand secret.

She walked slowly toward the glass, her reflection growing larger. She reached

out, her small fingers pressing against the cold, pristine surface. She walked

along the length of it, pressing gently, feeling for any imperfection. Near the

far corner, where the shadows gathered, she felt a slight give. A pressure

mechanism.

Her breath hitched in her throat. She pressed harder.

With a soft, almost inaudible mechanical click, a seamless piece of the mirrored

wall popped forward slightly, acting as a door without a handle. Sullyoon’s

mouth fell open. Her trembling fingers gripped the edge of the glass, and she

pulled it open just enough to slip through, instantly enveloped in an entirely

different world.