Muse

Jung Yunho was an artist...in the form of dancing that is. And like every artist he had a muse that made him into the famous dancer that he was.  He first met his muse at the age of twenty; she was at the tender of age sixteen. Their first encounter in the halls of the SM entertainment building was anything but pleasant. She had been running at full speed covered in mud and then next thing he knew, he was on the floor with her on top of him and staining his perfectly white shirt. Needless to say, it was not an inspiration at first sight. He had scolded her relentlessly for that incident.

With that first impression, he had been more than displeased when his manager informed his group that she was going to be featured in their MV. The girl had hardly hit puberty, her chest was flat, her voice was low like a little boy, her skin was also dark from playing outside and the most important of all, she was inexperienced. If it were up to him he would have picked someone with more assets. But of course it was up to the company and they needed to promote her before her group debuted.

He wasn't exactly sure how they became friends but he assumed it was because she was close with Changmin. She had shown up in their dorm one day with Kyuhyun to play video games with the DBSK maknae. As the two guys were in way over their heads she made sure to apologize to Yunho for the mud run-in over a year ago.

About a year later while playing a truth or dare game, she had admitted she found dancers to be "hot" and that it was something she definitely looked for in a guy. After that Yunho mad