“This is a first for me, and thanks to the dance team IllRic, I’ve been given this great opportunity. Please take good care of me! I hope you all enjoy the show!”
‘This guy’s got f*cking grandpa’s name and he’s acting all cutesy.’
Choi Gun Young silently mocked as Kim Chunyong politely greeted the crowd.
‘Now, he’s just got embarrassment ahead of him.’
Choi Gun Young’s plan was, in his mind, flawless.
‘I’ll humiliate him just enough, then act like I’m teaching him something. After that, we’ll shuffle him off to some obscure corner where no one’s watching. Easy.’
Choi Gun Young wasn’t entirely malicious.
He just couldn’t stand an idol trainee who claimed to “dance decently” without really knowing what that meant.
‘This kid doesn’t even get what it means to be dancing every day, and he’s got the nerve to say he was offered a spot in Dasol hyung’s crew? That’s ridiculous.’
Choi Gun Young glanced at Kim Chunyong, who was staring him down with a determined expression, at the Targeting Star crew, and at Logan and Seong Won Hyeop, who were anxiously chewing their nails. He raised his voice.
“Let’s get started right away. Cue the music!”
‘I’ll show you what real dancing is, idiot.’
– This ain’t a party for just crowd
Let’s shout it out for girls & boys
“So, we’ll split it—first verse and second verse, then….”
“Hey, whatever. As long as it’s the song I picked, I don’t care who goes first.”
“…Alright then, you go first, and I’ll take the second verse.”
Positioning himself toward the busiest side of the street, Choi Gun Young began to move in rhythm with the familiar beat.
His specialty was Krump—characterized by explosive energy, timing, and tricks.
It was the same genre Jin Dasol, whom Choi Gun Young idolized, had been known for before he made a name for himself with his unique and dynamic choreography.
‘Videos of our team’s performances always get posted on YouTube. This one, since it involves a trainee, will definitely go viral. Maybe even Dasol hyung will see it!’
As he aggressively split the beats with sharp arm swings, Gun Young cast a glance backward.
Choi Gun Young stomped hard, sending a reverberating thud through the pavement, and stuck his tongue out at Kim Chunyong.
‘You’re nothing but a stepping stone for me to meet Dasol hyung, a mere background prop, you idiot!’
The reason Choi Gun Young hadn’t bothered to come up with a dance name was simple.
He wanted to join Dasol’s crew and have him personally give him a dance name.
– All day, All night.
I feel the passion, And I feel it burn.
I’m sure you’ll agree if you see it.
‘You and I are on entirely different levels. What does a guy who just flops around with choreo someone else made know about real dancing? Get a grip, idiot. And…’
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TMMIB!
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