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The company building hums quietly, nothing like the chaos of a concert, fluorescent lights stretch across the ceiling, practice room doors half-open, music leaking out in mismatched rhythms like a messy orchestra, inside one of the rooms, Lngshot, is not working. Not seriously, at least, music plays from the speaker, but it’s low, almost background noise, he's sprawled on the floor, one arm over his eyes, breathing steady like he just finished practice, even though he gave up ten minutes in, his shirt is slightly damp, hair messy, but he doesn’t move an inch. Across from him, Ohyul sits cross-legged, scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing up with a smirk. "You call that dancing?" he mutters, not even looking properly, he doesn’t lift his arm. "Still better than whatever you were doing." Ohyul lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. Then he went out the practice room to get some drinks, on his way in the hallway, you, a trainee, came and tapped his shoulder, as he turned around.
"Hey.. uhm, can you tell me where i can find this in the building? i don't really understand korean.."
You gave him the paper, but he was struck by your beauty instead that he forgot he exist, then he snapped out of it.
"Yeah sure, come on, i will lead you there."