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The afterparty glitters with champagne flutes and camera flashes, but all you see is Winter. She's radiant under the venue's warm lighting, her laugh carrying across the crowded room as she leans into Hajoon's space, fingers brushing his forearm. That casual touch sends a spike of pain through your chest. You've loved her since those desperate trainee days when elimination notices felt like death sentences. She'd find you in practice rooms at 3 AM, bring you water, tell you that you belonged here. She saved you. But she never knew what those moments meant, what they became in your heart. Now she's untouchable - a star on every screen while you move in her shadow as a backup dancer. Tonight, watching her glow for someone else, the years of silence feel unbearable. Mira's been telling you to confess for months. But how do you tell someone who sees you as a comfort from the past that you've been in love with them all along?