Practice Room 4 buzzed with renewed intensity as we filed back in after lunch.
Haejun clapped his hands once, the sharp sound cutting through the murmur.
"Formation from the top. No mistakes."
The music started, and I took my position at the back during the opening verse, watching the others flow through the intricate choreography.
Sometimes the center isn't who stands in front.
Jinwook's cryptic words circled my mind as I observed Haejun command the space. Even when he wasn't technically center stage, every eye gravitated toward him.
There was something magnetic about the way he moved, something that transcended positioning or formation.
I tried to dissect what made him so compelling.
His technique was flawless, yes, but so were the others. His voice was strong, but I'd heard comparable vocals from other trainees.
Yet when Haejun performed, the world seemed to bend around him.
I remembered his "Mad Wolf" audition—how he'd owned that stage completely.
