"Prima donna [ˈpriːma ˈdɔnna]: the leading female singer in the company, the person to whom the prime roles would be given.

Often had grand off-stage personalities and were seen as demanding of their colleagues. From its original usage in opera, the term has spread in contemporary usage to refer to anyone behaving in a demanding or temperamental fashion or having an inflated view of oneself."

"Jin, there's no way I'm going to lose this competition." I rolled my eyes. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm the best dancer in this school and everyone knows it."

Jin looked at me with those soft eyes of his that could convey anything from "I'm sorry" to "please." He knew that I knew I should be practicing. But I didn't want to. I was confident that I could smash the competition whether I practiced or not. I didn't have to worry. I hadn't lost a dance contest since I was five, and I wasn't going to start now. I knew every name on that roster save one, but I knew they could never be as good as me.

"Come on, Jinah," he said softly.

"Don't you 'come on' me, Kim Seokjin," I purred, walking my cold fingers up his bare chest and around to his neck. I leaned forward, bringing my lips to the space just above his collar bone and leaving my mark. 

"Jinah." Jin took in a sharp breath, but grabbed my shoulders to hold me at arm's length. "I'm worried about this 'Suga' person. I've never heard that stage name before. What if they're some underground superstar?"

"The only superstar I'm concerned with right now is you," I whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his back, "let's forget about Suga and concern ourselves with the lack of making out we're doing right now."

I'll be fine. No one can beat me.