The atmosphere in the practice room felt heavy that morning. The windows were fogged up, and the floor was marked with the scuffs of your shoes...
You had repeated the choreography for your new comeback, "Sk8," at least fifteen times. There was always someone who messed up or got confused. Your choreographer, the famous dance instructor DR, was exhausted and frustrated.
—Once more, and for God's sake, get it right this time —he crossed his arms and sighed—. 5, 6, 7, 8... —he counted down before the music started.
The music filled the room and echoed against the four walls.
Everything seemed to be going perfectly until Yeon-woo stumbled.
He bowed as an apology before straightening up and clasping his hands together with a smile.
—Sorry! My bad!
Seo-jun sighed exasperatedly and ran a hand through his hair.
—Take a break, it looks like you guys can't keep up with the rhythm —he said with a hint of disdain before leaving the room.
