Fake Mates | Taekook

“Let’s welcome Couple Number 1!” Hobi announced with a bright smile, but as soon as he took the judge's seat, within seconds, his expression shifted to a serious, one.

Leo and Adrian walked confidently onto the stage, dressed in matching shimmering outfits that sparkled under the lights.

As soon as the beat dropped, Leo kicked things off with a dramatic freestyle split that left the entire audience in stunned silence, jaws practically on the floor.

He smirked, rising gracefully, and launched into the next set of moves. Their performance was electric—wild, high-energy, and overflowing with confidence. Every move was executed with sharp precision, their chemistry undeniable.

Leo made sure to showcase his talent at every opportunity, moving with flair and control, while Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off his captivating omega.

From the judges' table, Taehyung and Jungkook watched in awe, momentarily forgetting they were even in a competition.

After a few more gravity-defying splits and bold lifts, Couple #1 finished their performance. A beat of silence hung in the air—then the entire room erupted into applause.

With smug grins, the pair bowed and strutted off the stage with sass and pride.

“Wow! That was amazing,” Hobi exclaimed, clapping.

“Good one,” Jin said, eyes still on the screen.

“Yeah,” Namjoon agreed. “Great chemistry.”

“I agree,” Yoongi added quietly, jotting down their scores.

“Let’s move on to Couple #2,” Hobi announced.

Milan and Daxon stepped onto the stage.

As the contemporary track began to play, Milan moved gracefully, executing the choreography with elegance. Daxon, however, visibly struggled to keep up with his omega’s flow.

“Oh thank god we’re better than them,” Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung nodded in silent agreement.

Midway through, Daxon tripped, nearly falling, but managed to recover quickly. Milan, lost in her own rhythm, didn’t even glance at him—completely forgetting that this was supposed to be a duet, not a solo performance.

The music ended, and the couple walked off stage, Daxon clearly frustrated with himself.

“That was… a good effort,” Hobi said diplomatically as he noted down the score.

“They need a lot of improvement,” Yoongi said, frowning. “Felt like watching two completely different performances.”

“I agree,” Jin said.

“Same here,” Namjoon added, both scribbling in their score sheets.

Couple #3 took the stage next.

A lively Latino tune began to play, and Mingyu pulled Somi into his arms. She twirled like a blender blade in high heels, and their synchronization was mesmerizing.

Their moves were so fluid and precise, it felt like they were roller skating across the floor. At one point, Somi slid effortlessly between Mingyu’s legs, drawing a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Wow!” Jungkook clapped, clearly impressed.

Taehyung slapped his arm. “Don’t clap for the competition.”

They danced like seasoned professionals, never missing a beat. When the music finally ended, they took a bow and exited the stage with poise.

“That was outstanding!” Hobi announced, his eyes gleaming.