"I almost forgot about that again..." Yujin muttered to himself while planning himself out.
He'd have to leave soon to get ready. But he couldn't because Han Seongmin now came to sit opposite him.
"Your dancing was good when you were practicing a while ago," Seongmin stared at him, panting softly.
His shirt was already glued to his broad chest with sweat, and Yujin could perceive the strong pheromones from him.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks," Yujin nodded.
"It makes me wonder if you really are terrible at dancing as we saw at the audition. Or maybe you did that on purpose?" Seongmin raised an eyebrow, picked up a can of water, and gulped it down.
Yujin smiled. "How can I fake something like that? I wasn't feeling so well... so..." He shrugged.
"Oh," Seongmin nodded. "Since you're good, why didn't you persist with your advice earlier? I feel your advice was more professional than what Han suggested."
Yujin shrugged. "I don't know. I just didn't want to get all dramatic and all..."
