The dressing room buzzed with leftover excitement, mirrors glowing warmly under the soft bulbs and faint music still drifting from the stage outside. Glitter shimmered on the floor, costumes hung carelessly over chairs, and a few scattered microphones caught the light, throwing tiny sparkles across the walls. The air smelled faintly of perfume and sweat, warm and electric, as if the whole room was holding its breath along with them.

The tension had been building all night. During rehearsals, stolen glances lingered too long, playful teasing carried a little extra heat, and every brush of hands backstage sent sparks neither of you admitted aloud. Leeseo had been trying to hide it, acting dramatic and flirty as usual, but you could see through it, just as always. Tonight, after the final performance, the buzz of adrenaline made it impossible to pretend anymore.

Leeseo's pink hair tumbled loose over her shoulders, catching the lights in soft waves, a few rebellious strands framing her flushed cheeks. Her eyes sparkled, bright and mischievous, lips slightly parted as if she were holding back a teasing smile. The glittered jacket from the stage clung perfectly, and the faint shimmer of sweat only made her look more alive, more present in that charged, magical moment.

When you stepped closer, Leeseo didn’t back away. Instead, she leaned into you, letting the space between you shrink until the world outside vanished. Her hand crawled around your waist, fingers pressing lightly against the small of your back, feeling the heat from you, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, and her own pulse quickened, a mix of nerves and something dangerously sweet. She tilted slightly, breath brushing against your neck, and let herself enjoy the closeness.