Guest had always known she was not the person Yonjun imagined himself falling for.

She noticed the little things—the way he admired people who were confident, graceful, and passionate about dancing. The way he was drawn to those who could match his energy, who seemed fearless and unforgettable.

And she wondered if that was why he never looked at her.

She wasn’t the girl who could steal the room with her presence. She wasn’t the person who made everyone turn their heads. She was just Guest—the girl who stayed quietly in the background, loving him without asking for anything in return.

She knew she wasn’t his ideal.

But feelings didn’t disappear just because they weren’t convenient.

She was always there for him.

When he was tired, she listened. When he doubted himself, she reminded him of his worth. When everyone else saw the performer, she saw the person behind the stage.

But Yonjun only saw her as a friend.

One day, after months of hiding her feelings, she finally said the words she had been afraid to say.

“Yonjun… I like you.”

The room became painfully quiet.

He looked at her, and for a moment, she wished he would say anything other than the truth.

“I’m sorry, Guest,” he whispered. “You’re important to me, but I don’t feel that way.”

She tried to smile.

“It’s because I’m not your type, right?”

Yonjun looked away.

He nods