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Identity: Practice

Youngsoon (or more like Dohyeong) had to be present at the dance studio at six sharp, although she was never punctual - either she was twenty minutes early or a tad late. So when she arrived at the place, only one person was there, doing some strong dance moves in front of the mirror.

She couldn't recognize who this person was since he was wearing a sweatshirt with his hood on but from his way of dancing, she could already tell that he was an ardent and dedicated performer. There was no sign of slack or sloth that would contradict to his actions.

She watched how he positioned his arms in fast speed, how he moved his feet as if they were made from metal particles and were functioned as robotic, how he spun around every time a loud, addicting beat repeated. The third time he twirled around, he noticed Dohyeong being at the door, curiously peering at him and stopped.

He showed his beautiful, goofy grin. ''Guess there's another morning bird, huh?''

Dohyeong smiled at the person back. ''Either that or I'm time-slacker. Depends on my mood.''

''So, what mood are you in today?'' Chihoon reached the boombox in order to cease the music.

''A good one. Today, I am going through my first dance session. I've always danced but I want to have a dancing experience with a K-pop group. Sounds more exciting and interesting.''

''I have the same thoughts. I just get a bit lonely when I dance alone. I want to know how it is to be in a team.'' He began to press some buttons on the boombox. ''Do you know Super Junior's A-cha's moves?''

Youngsoon showed him a few steps from the said song. He nodded and returned to his position.

They started dancing officially when the music began. Youngsoon glanced up at the mirror and noticed that they were in sync. As if they practiced the moves together some time ago. As if they knew each other like best friends and read one another's minds. As if they were two identical droplets formed from a dark cloud on a rainy day. She likes having somebody who owns the same perceptions and beliefs like hers. The feeling of understanding jokes and holding the same opinions like your partner's is incredible and everlasting.

Youngsoon looked at Chihoon. She could see tears of sweat on his forehead. He turned to Dohyeong's direction and dropped a smile. In the part they had to jump the first time, the music stopped suddenly.

''We're starting practice!'' A meter-and-seventy-tall elder with syrup-colored hair hollered from behind them as the remaining members of the dance crew entered the studio. He also told the duo to position ourselves in a line. Youngsoon was standing between Chihoon and a guy who looked quite bulky and his muscled arms were pressing Youngsoon's arms in such a strong manner that she was almost pushing his other neighbor to the left. The bones of Dohyeong's arm and Chihoon's were adjacent to one another and she felt a slight pain from the touch. Chihoon wasn't in a better state either since not only was he being bothered by her but he also had a wall which was squishing his other arm.

''Hey.'' She tried to call the buff guy quietly in order to not interrupt our boss's instructions of how our activities would go.

The guy didn't move his head but made eye contact with her. His eye, now located at the corner, seemed a bit frightening. He gave off such an intimidating aura around her.

''Could you please make some space? My friend and I are having a difficulty here.''

Instead of leaving Chihoon and Youngsoon some little place, he deviated his gaze from them and he started focusing on the boss who was talking on one of the first boys on the line. Not cool, bro! Youngsoon began looking from behind to see if he treated the other person beside him like the two. What she couldn't believe was there was fifty centimeters maximum between him and a tall, thin guy. She was utterly angry at his rude behavior.