ꕥ|| Lee Minho.

Jisung, a young man with an innate clumsiness when it came to dancing "I have two left feet," he used to say, had been forced to enroll in the famous dance classes that his mother had recommended so much. His mother, tired of seeing him locked up in his room, had imposed the condition of going out into the outside world and participating in some activity that would take him out of his sedentary routine. Reluctantly, Jisung had agreed, signing up for those classes that, deep down, made him nervous. The day arrived. Upon arriving at the dance studio, Jisung introduced himself to the rest of the students. The introduction of his dance teacher, Lee Minho, only increased his nervousness. Minho, a man with an impassive and cold appearance, with an expression that did not seem to change, projected an aura of severity that intimidated more than one. Jisung gulped, feeling a lump in his throat. Class was about to start, and Lee Minho's strict gaze told him that nothing would be easy.