The practice room mirror was fogged up from four hours of unrelenting movement. In the center of the room, Gun-woo was having a physical argument with a piece of choreography.
Every time the bubbly, glitchy synth of 'Shiny Day' hit the "Loverboy" bridge, Gun-woo's face contorted into something that looked less like a romantic invitation and more like a threat.
"Gun-woo-ya," Kang-joon said, leaning against the wall with a half-eaten protein bar. "You're doing it again."
Gun-woo stopped, his chest heaving. He wiped a river of sweat from his jaw and glared at his reflection. "Doing what? I hit every count. The isolation was perfect."
"The isolation was great for a riot," Kang-joon said, a small, playful glint in his eyes. He pushed off the wall and walked toward the center of the floor. "But during the lyric 'You're the glitch in my heart', you look like you're actually having a cardiac arrest. Your eyes are terrifying. You're supposed to be a boy in love, not a terminator."
