𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐨

7

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Jun listened as the music played, taking a deep breath. He began to move, the rythme of the song flowing through him

"One two three four, five and six and a seven eight..."

The Chinese male counted the steps, his fellow preformance members following along with every movement he made. He looked at the mirror in front of them, every part of the performance seemed sharp and exact

"One and Two-"

He lifted his arm to his chin, breath heavy as he made sure to keep his composure in his state. Soonyoung had always told him that expression was key. A dance is simply movement, it is not until you add emotion that it becomes an art

"Three and four-"

Junhui kept track of all the actions in his head, running to find his place as Chan went to the center

"Five and a six-"

He span, feeling his feet glide across the floor. He made sure his movements were graceful, yet powerful. The type of performance that you couldn't take your eyes off for one second

Sadly, in the middle of their focus, the dancing halted upon hearing a buzzing sound. Junhui stopped counting, seeing Chan put his hands on his knees and Minghao panting, both obviously exhausted. Soonyoung on the other hand seemed full of energy, anger flaring in his eyes

"Who's phone is that!"

Junhui turned around slowly looking at his phone moving on the floor. His heart dropped, knowing that he was the one who had messed up. Then again, he shouldn't have been surprised, it was always him who let the others down

Only this time the male couldn't brush it off, joking with the other members about how he looked like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. He didn't mess up a move, but he managed to screw up their practise somehow.
Embarrassed, he ran over to turn his phone off, whispering

"It's mine-"

"I'm sorry, who was that?"

Junhui fiddled with his fingers nervously, the harsh voice of the performance team leader ringing throughout the practice room

"It was-"

Soonyoung walked closer to the male, huffing angrily. Junhui began to back away, putting his hands up in defence. His heart rate picked up its pace, threatening to burst out of his chest due to the look of his friend

"Speak up!"

The elder started to shake, almost nose to nose with the other male. Yelling always had an affect on him; no matter what he tried to do, if someone yelled at him, his body begins to shut down