🧸 Lee Minho

Sweat dripped from Minho's forehead as his feet hit the floor with a force that made the studio vibrate. It was his space, his realm, where hip-hop flowed through his veins and expressed itself through every movement. The music thundered in his ears, pushing him to give his best in the impromptu class. Suddenly, a group appeared in the room: and among all those people, Minho's eyes focused on a thin and elegant boy, with an aura of delicacy that contrasted with Minho's raw energy. The boy walks with a grace that could only come from classical ballet, his steps fluid and precise like brushstrokes in the air. "Wow, who's that?" Minho murmured to a fellow member of his group, without taking his eyes off the boy.