The silence that followed Haejun's declaration stretched until he moved toward the center of the practice room.
"Most teams will receive pre-choreographed routines from Coach Miyeon or the production staff," he said, rolling his shoulders.
"I requested permission to create our own."
Of course he did. The golden boy of Titan Entertainment probably got whatever he asked for.
"The choreography needs to embody the song's essence—silk and fire. Restraint and release."
He pressed play again, and as the opening synths filled the room, Haejun began to move.
I'd seen him perform before, but this was different. This was art.
Haejun's entire body seemed to melt into the music, his sharp edges softening into something fluid and hypnotic.
His arms moved in slow, controlled waves like silk rippling in an invisible breeze, and his hips traced subtle circles that somehow managed to be both elegant and devastatingly sensual.
