Chapter 6 – Eyes That Stalk From the Shadows**
*Chapter 6 – Eyes That Stalk From the Shadows**
The rain hadn't stopped in hours.
It fell against the windows like a soft, endless whisper—steady, cold, and without pause.
Inside a quiet, empty dance room on the agency's sublevel, a boy moved alone beneath the flickering fluorescent lights.
No mirrors.
No audience.
Only him.
His steps weren't frantic like other trainees. They were calculated. Balanced. Unnaturally smooth.
Every spin. Every pause.
**Controlled. Silent. Lethal.**
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He didn't need music.
He didn't need a coach.
The routine was something only **he** could pull off—born not from imitation, but from his own mind. A hybrid of precise technique, unteachable elegance, and brutal discipline.
There was no sound except the soft slide of his sneakers against the floor.
His breaths were calm.
His body flawless.
His expression? Empty.
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Unseen by him, someone was watching.
From outside, just beyond the hallway, a man leaned against the wall—silent, umbrella in hand, dripping from the rain.
His name was **Min Joon-seok**, a veteran idol scout. He wasn't supposed to be there. He hadn't come looking for anyone in particular.
But then he saw the boy last week.
Not in a performance.
Just walking across the street.
**And that face...**
That cursedly divine face haunted him since.
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Even now, through a dusty window, Joon-seok stood frozen as he watched the boy move.
> *"He's not just beautiful,"* he whispered.
> *"He moves like he's from another dimension."*
It didn't matter if the boy had never trained under a top instructor. It didn't matter if no one had heard his name.
What Joon-seok saw was simple: **perfection**.
And perfection like that wasn't learned.
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When the boy finally stopped, his body stilled like a statue carved from ice.
No sweat.
No panting.
He looked toward the door—cold, sharp, indifferent.
Joon-seok straightened.
They locked eyes through the glass.
Not a single word was exchanged.
But that one look made the scout's heart race.
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He rushed down the hallway, opening the studio door with urgency.
> "Hey."
The boy didn't answer.
He reached for his towel in the corner.
> "You," Joon-seok said again. "What's your name?"
The boy finally turned.
His face under the light was surreal—like an unpainted masterpiece that left every other human face dull in comparison.
His hazel eyes stared through the man, calm and unreadable.
Then—
> "Why?"
His voice was soft. Cold. Clean.
Joon-seok swallowed.
> "Because I've never seen anyone move like that. Because you… you could be the next legend."
The boy said nothing.
Just picked up his bag.
> "You ever thought of becoming an idol?" the man pressed, following him out of the room.
Still silence.
> "I can introduce you to the right people. You'd be at the top in no time."
> "Not interested."
He said it without emotion. Without pause.
> "Then what are you doing in a trainee building?" Joon-seok challenged.
> "Training."
> "For what?"
> "Myself."
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He stepped into the elevator.
The doors began to close.
But before they did, the boy's voice rang out one last time:
> "...If you're serious, come back next week."
Joon-seok stared at the closing doors—stunned.
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Back in the dance room, the echoes of his movement lingered in the air.
And on the floor where he stood, there were no footprints.
Just silence.
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**End of Chapter 6.**
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