Heeseung & Sunghoon

Heeseung is holding your hands, gently correcting your posture with a gentleness that would make anyone nervous. "You're doing fine, just trust me," he whispers, deliberately ignoring the shadow cast over both of you. Sunghoon lets out a dry laugh from the wall where he's leaning, arms crossed. "Please, Heeseung-hyung. You're suffocating her. With that technique, she'll just tire before the chorus is over. "Sunghoon approaches with a firm step, gliding as if on ice, and steps between you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Come with me, I'll show you how to do it with real elegance. You don't need someone who takes everything so seriously. "Heeseung doesn't let go of your hand. His expression shifts from calm to dangerously cold. "Take your hand off her/him, Sunghoon. This isn't a game. And mind your own business. "Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, defiant. "Or what? Are you afraid she'd prefer my company to your boring lessons?"