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"come on, make it smooth. you look like a brick," one of the instructors scolds as all of them watch each of you dance for your evaluations.
the music in the room stops playing once the last trainee finishes their evaluations. all of you listen to the instructors, taking in their comments.
afterwards, the instructors leave and some of the trainees leave to go to other lessons. you stay in the practice room and notice one of your friends still in the room too.
"you did good today," you praise your friend.
hongjoong sits on the floor with his back against a wall. he shrugs, dismissing your comment. "i guess," he says to you.
"well, you got yelled at the least," you say and grab your water bottle. you drink some water before going to the sound system and playing one of the songs you had been learning.
you go into the center of the room and start practicing the choreography to the song, trying to make it look like the original artist's style. as you practice, hongjoong gets up and joins you. it's a pretty difficult song, but he makes it look easy.
once the song is over, another song plays and you continue dancing while hongjoong stops. he doesn't know the choreography to this song.
"when did you learn this?" he asks, clearly confused since you and him are usually in the same dance sessions.
"oh, i learned it by myself one night. i couldn't sleep so i just kept dancing," you mention. "it's not that hard though," you add.
"you look cool dancing to this," hongjoong compliments you.
you smile, "thanks," you reply but mess up the next steps. "you jinxed me!"
"hey, you're the one talking while dancing," hongjoong replies with a laugh. you start laughing while trying to catch up with the music.
when the song ends, you go over to the sound system and look at the songs that are queued up.
"hey hongjoong?" you call the other trainee. "teach me something," you request.
"teach you something? like what?" he asks.
you shrug, "you've been here longer than me. shouldn't you know more stuff?" you ask him.
"i don't know everything. i've been learning how to produce music lately," he mentions. "that's why i'm usually not in here," he adds.
"producing? do you want to go into that?" you ask, turning the sound system completing off.
hongjoong nods, "yea. when we debut, i want to create all of our group's music," he says. "do you want to go to the studio? i can show you one of my favorites," he offers.
"really?" you ask.
he nods with a smile, "yea. let's go."
both of you leave the practice room and head to one of the studios that hongjoong frequently uses. when you go inside, you notice a bunch of stuff littered around.
"ignore the mess," he says to you. "happens when i'm working." hongjoong goes to the computer and sits down on the chair. he starts going through files while you stand next to the chair. "oh, this one is my favorite," he says and starts playing on the songs.
music blares from the speakers, but hongjoong turns it down a bit. you listen to the song where a few people sing and rap. you recognize the voices as other trainees as well as hongjoong.
"this is really good, hongjoong," you praise him when the song ends. "you're gonna go big."
he chuckles, "wouldn't that be nice?" he says and starts pulling up the programs that he uses.
"i'm serious, hongjoong. you are," you say to him.
"we're both gonna make it, y/n. we can be each other's number one fans," he says to you. "wanna learn something? you can make your debut song too."
"oh hell yea," you reply and move stuff on a chair so you can pull it up and sit down. "where do we start?"
hongjoong laughs, "got a long way to go. go over here," he says and starts showing you the different functions of the music program.
luckily, you two don't have any other lessons, or else you'd probably get in major trouble. as the day lingers into night, hongjoong teaches you how to make a beat and different ways to play around with the music.
