Title: Debuting Into Love

Part 1: The First Stage

The lights of Seoul had never looked brighter to Hu Yetao. Fresh off the plane from Beijing, he stood by the airport window, watching the city that had birthed so many stars. For Yetao, this was more than a work trip—it was the start of something new. He had been invited to join a special international K-pop project, and the first rehearsal was in just a few hours.

What he didn’t know was that his world was about to change.

Meanwhile, in a sleek studio across the city, BamBam was lounging on the dance floor, water bottle in hand, reviewing the new choreography. The collaboration project was a big deal: idols from across Asia coming together for a one-time debut group. As the leader and senior artist, BamBam had been asked to guide the rookies.

"One of them’s from China. Hu Yetao," the manager had said.

“He’s sharp. Good dancer. Kinda quiet.”

BamBam smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

When Yetao arrived at the studio, he felt a little out of place. Everyone was chatting in Korean, and the room buzzed with energy. Then he saw him—BamBam. Tall, confident, laughing with the staff like he owned the room.

Their eyes met.

“Hey, you must be Yetao, right?” BamBam walked over, extending his hand with a smile.

Yetao nodded, surprised. “Yes. I’m a big fan... I mean, nice to meet you.”

BamBam laughed. “You can be both.”

Rehearsals began, and the spark between them was instant—not just in chemistry, but in rhythm. BamBam watched as Yetao learned the choreography almost too fast, his body moving with sharp precision and fluid grace.

“You catch on quick,” BamBam said during a break.

“I try,” Yetao replied, trying not to show how his heart raced whenever BamBam complimented him.

As the days passed, their moments grew—from shared water bottles to late-night dance practice. They weren’t just teammates anymore; they were becoming something more.

One night, after everyone had left, BamBam stayed back to practice alone. Yetao showed up too.

“Couldn’t sleep?” BamBam asked.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about… this.” Yetao gestured toward the studio. “About us, maybe.”

BamBam’s eyes lingered on him. “Yeah. Me too.”

And in that quiet studio, under dim rehearsal lights, a new kind of debut began—not just on stage, but in their hearts.

Title: Debuting Into Love

Part 2: Offbeat Hearts

The rehearsal studio, once a place of pressure and perfection, had turned into something softer for both BamBam and Yetao. The energy between them shifted with each passing day—familiar looks held longer than they should, casual touches lingering like whispered secrets.

It had been two weeks since the project began. The group, named “Eclipse”, was scheduled to debut on a live music show with a powerful performance blending Korean, Thai, and Chinese influences. The world was watching.

Yet for BamBam and Yetao, the real intensity wasn’t on the stage—it was in every moment in between.

Practice. Sweat. Eye contact.

They were rehearsing the bridge of their song one late evening—just the two of them. The choreography was demanding, with a duet section where their bodies moved in synchronized tension, ending with their faces inches apart. It was meant to show trust and drama—but for them, it showed something else too.

“You’re too tense,” BamBam said, taking Yetao’s wrist and adjusting his posture. “Relax your shoulders.”

Yetao tried, but every time BamBam’s fingers touched his skin, it sent a bolt through his chest.

“Better?” Yetao asked softly.

BamBam looked at him for a beat too long. “Yeah… better.”

There was silence, the kind that hums with things unsaid.

Backstage moments.

The first full dress rehearsal arrived. Cameras, stylists, directors—all swarming. Yetao stood near the mirror adjusting his mic, nerves knotting in his stomach. He didn’t know why this felt so different. Maybe because it wasn’t just about debuting—it was about being seen next to BamBam.

“You look nervous,” BamBam said, appearing behind him, already in costume—black mesh and silver chains.

“I am. This is big.”

BamBam met his eyes in the mirror. “You’re not alone.”

Those three words anchored Yetao in place. As BamBam placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, everything around them blurred.

Later that night.

The rehearsal went perfectly. The staff cheered. Eclipse was ready. Still high from the adrenaline, the group went out for dinner. But BamBam and Yetao slipped away early.

They found themselves walking Seoul’s quiet Han River path, city lights flickering like stars in water. Their breaths fogged in the cool air, matching in rhythm.

“You know,” BamBam began, breaking the silence, “when I first heard you were joining the project, I thought—‘great, another rookie to babysit.’”

Yetao chuckled. “Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“But then you walked in, all serious and talented. And then you smiled.” BamBam stopped walking, turning to face him. “And it’s been hard to stop thinking about you since.”

Yetao’s heart stuttered. “I thought I was the only one.”

They stood there, the weight of confessions wrapping around them like the wind. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was real.

“I know this is complicated,” BamBam said, voice softer now. “We’re debuting together. It’s risky. People talk.”

Yetao stepped closer, his hand brushing against BamBam’s. “Let them talk. We’re not a scandal. We’re a story.”

For a moment, BamBam just stared at him, eyes flickering with something raw and bright. Then, as if drawn by gravity, he leaned in, resting his forehead gently against Yetao’s.

No kiss. Not yet.

Just a promise.

Back at the dorms, as everyone slept, BamBam sent a single text to Yetao:

“Let’s debut... not just on stage.”

Yetao replied:

“Into love?”

“Exactly.”

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Title: Debuting Into Love

Part 3: Between the Spotlight

Rain tapped gently on the windows of the dorm. It was the kind of late night where the world felt paused—quiet, as if waiting for something to happen. Everyone in Eclipse was asleep, curled into blankets and silence. Everyone… except BamBam and Yetao.

They weren’t in the same room. But they weren’t apart either.

Their phones buzzed with messages that went back and forth like steady heartbeats.

BamBam: “Are you still awake?”

Yetao: “Couldn’t sleep. Thinking too much.”

BamBam: “About?”

Yetao: “About you. About this.”

The ellipsis blinked. BamBam was typing. Then deleting. Typing again.

Finally, he sent:

“Come to the rooftop?”

Upstairs, under the rain-speckled sky

Yetao stood beneath a small overhang, hoodie pulled tight over his head. BamBam appeared seconds later, a sweatshirt thrown over his shoulders, looking like he’d run there barefoot in his thoughts.

Neither said anything for a long while.

Just the sound of the rain and the faraway hum of city life.

BamBam stepped close, close enough for their shoulders to brush.

“I’ve been in the industry for a long time,” he said, voice quiet, “but this feels like my real debut.”

Yetao looked at him, brows drawn in curiosity.

“I’ve done stages, world tours, interviews. I’ve had millions of eyes on me. But with you… I feel like I’m standing in front of someone who sees me. Like really sees me.”

Yetao’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I do.”

There was a pause.

A beat.

A heartbeat.

Then BamBam looked at him, gaze soft but certain. “I want this. Even if it’s hard. Even if we have to be quiet for now.”

Yetao nodded. “I’d rather have something real in the shadows than fake love in the light.”

BamBam chuckled softly. “You always say things like that. Deep. Like a lyric.”

Yetao smirked. “Maybe I’m just trying to impress you.”

“You don’t need to try.”

And just like that, under a sky too dark to judge them, BamBam leaned forward—and this time, the moment didn’t hesitate.

Their lips met.

It was soft. Gentle. A beginning.

Not rushed or desperate. Just a quiet answer to all the questions they hadn’t dared to ask out loud.

The next morning: Back in the spotlight

The air in the studio buzzed with the tension of debut day. Makeup artists fluttered around, dancers rehearsed moves backstage, cameras rolled. Eclipse was finally making its first official appearance on live broadcast.

And BamBam and Yetao were professionals—they knew how to wear masks.

But even behind layers of foundation and performance, the air between them had shifted. They didn’t speak much. They didn’t need to. Their glances were enough. A passing brush of fingers backstage. A shared water bottle. A laced look during the choreography when their bodies aligned in perfect synch.

But as they waited behind the curtain before the live performance, reality slipped in.

A producer approached. “The company doesn’t want you two standing too close during interviews. Just… for image reasons. Understand?”

Yetao felt it like a cold wind.

BamBam smiled politely. “Sure.”

The producer left. BamBam didn’t speak. He just stared at the floor.

Yetao reached for his hand. “I don’t care what they want. When we perform… we’re real.”

BamBam looked up. “Yeah. Let’s be real. Even if only on stage.”

The stage lights rose. Music blasted.

Eclipse came alive.

The crowd screamed.

Cameras panned.

Yetao hit every beat with the fire of a man dancing with his truth. And when BamBam stepped into the duet part, their eyes met—not as idols, but as something more.

When the song ended, the crowd roared. Fans cried. The debut was a success.

But in the brief moment between the lights dimming and the curtain closing, BamBam grabbed Yetao’s hand—just for a second. Hidden by shadows. Seen by no one.

But felt by both.

Backstage, moments later

The members laughed and hugged. Staff offered congratulations. The pressure had burst, leaving only joy.

In the corner, away from the cameras, Yetao turned to BamBam. “We did it.”

BamBam smiled. “Yeah. We debuted.”

Yetao stepped closer, so close his voice was only for BamBam. “And not just the group.”

BamBam’s eyes glinted. “No. Us, too.”

And as the noise swirled around them, they stood together—two hearts beating offbeat, but finally in tune.

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Title: Debuting Into Love

Part 4: Hidden Notes

The debut of Eclipse shook the industry.

Clips of the performance trended across platforms in three languages. International fans couldn’t stop talking about the flawless synchronization, the captivating stage presence… and the unexpected chemistry between BamBam and Hu Yetao.

Some fans even gave them a ship name: "BamTao."

Cute edits, theories, fancams—it all flooded the internet within hours.

But the industry wasn’t always as forgiving as the fans.

One Week Later: Inside the Company Office

The mood was different now.

BamBam sat across from a polished executive who smiled like he was handing over candy while taking away air.

“There’s talk,” the man said. “Too much focus on the… closeness between you and Yetao.”

BamBam leaned back, arms crossed. “You mean the duet section? It’s choreography.”

“It’s not just the dance. It’s the energy. We want the group to shine, not a couple rumor. Be mindful.”

Behind the words, BamBam heard the warning: You’re a product. Don’t be human. Don’t love.

He left the office with a tight jaw, walking straight to the practice room where Yetao was stretching alone.

“Did they talk to you?” BamBam asked.

Yetao looked up, lips tight. “Yeah.”

Silence.

“Are we really that obvious?” Yetao asked quietly.

BamBam smirked sadly. “Only to people who know what real connection looks like.”

They stood in the middle of the empty dance floor, the mirrors reflecting two people carrying too much for their age, too much for their roles.

“We can pull back in public,” Yetao offered. “I don’t want your career getting hurt.”

BamBam shook his head slowly. “You are part of my career now. Whatever happens, I’d rather deal with it than erase what this is.”

Yetao stepped forward, close enough for their foreheads to rest together again. “Okay,” he whispered. “Then let’s not hide. Not from each other, at least.”

In the Shadows: The Secret Spaces

Their love didn’t disappear—it just grew in smaller places.

In backstage corners, they’d pass each other tiny folded notes.

Inside were messages like:

“You were incredible today. I couldn’t look away.”

“Your voice in the pre-chorus made my heart stutter.”

“One day we won’t have to whisper.”

At night, they’d sneak onto the rooftop of the dorm again, wrapped in each other’s arms under the stars, never saying too much, never needing to.

Every stolen minute was precious. Every shared laugh, a rebellion.

Fan Events: The Pressure Builds

During their first fan sign event, BamBam sat beside Yetao. Cameras flashed. Fans lined up with albums and shy smiles. It should’ve been harmless.

But someone slid a note across the table.

"You two should stay professional. This isn't a love story."

BamBam read it. Smiled politely. Passed it to Yetao without a word.

Later, in the van, Yetao read it again. His eyes darkened.

“Do you think… we’re making a mistake?” he asked softly.

BamBam reached over and took his hand. “If love is a mistake, then I’ve never wanted to be right.”

And Yetao smiled—tired, but real. “Then let’s keep making it. Together.”

A Quiet Escape

A few days later, they got one day off.

They didn’t tell anyone where they were going. No cameras, no staff, no stylists. Just two hoodies, two masks, and a rented scooter.

They rode out of the city toward the coast, wind rushing around them like freedom.

There, on a quiet beach where no one knew their names, they walked barefoot in the sand, hands brushing, then linking.

“I wish we could live like this,” Yetao said.

“One day,” BamBam replied. “When the stage lights dim and the world gets quiet… I’ll still choose you.”

The sun dipped low, casting golden light across the water. And there, with salt in the air and no eyes on them, they kissed again. Not like a secret.

Like a promise.

Later that night: A Song Begins

Back at the dorm, BamBam sat at his keyboard, Yetao beside him.

“I’ve been writing something,” he said, fingers moving over the keys.

A soft melody filled the room—warm, yearning, full of something unspoken.

“I want it to be ours,” BamBam said. “A song no one hears. Just us.”

Yetao smiled, picking up a pen, adding lyrics in both Korean and Mandarin.

Even if the lights go out…

Even if no one claps…

I’d still reach for you in the dark…

and find home in your voice.

They didn’t need a stage for this performance.

This was their own debut. A quieter one.

One that lived between notes, between heartbeats, between two boys who found love in a world that told them not to.

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