Make Your Move
Description
Lee Taemin is Seoul University's top student, in everything from grades to looks. He's the student council president and the son of a rich family that owns a billion dollar company, and is the heir of it all. He's seemingly flawless, with a kind personality and a practically non-existent temper.
However, no one knows that the secret passion of the perfect president is dancing. Taemin secretly follows his dreams as an "underground" dancer, but will be shipped off to a foreign country if found out by his family. Seoul University's once famed dance club had been shut down last year for certain unknown reasons, and has been long forgotten.
When a new transfer student comes out of nowhere and decides to start a new dance club, Taemin tears her application and kicks her out of the student council office. But what he didn't know was that even with guns pointed at her, Kim Hyesun would never give up.
Credits
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Foreword
"So, I want to start a dance club here."
Taemin looked the girl standing confidently in his office over for a second. She had unique hair, soft and curly blonde. Her skin was white, and her dark, round eyes seemed to speak for themselves. For all her overconfidence, at least she was a looker.
"No." Taemin took the application in his hands and ripped it in half, and tossing it into the trash next to him.
“Why not?”
Taemin sighed, knowing she was the persistent type. “A dance club isn’t needed here. This is Korea’s top university, and a dance club is just a distraction.”
The girl didn’t seem fazed. “Well, there was a dance club here before, wasn’t there? So why not now?”
Something in Taemin silently snapped. He got up from his desk, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her out of the room. He gave her an annoyed look before slamming the door on her face and then locking it.
She tried opening the door, but to no avail. “Hey! I didn’t hear that the president was such a prude.”
When she didn’t get a reply, she called out again. “I’m leaving now, but I’ll be back. Might as well give in. My family, we’re known for our persistence!”
Taemin listened to her footsteps die away, and then sunk back into his chair. “I can see that.” He muttered to himself.
He put his face down on the desk. “But why did she have to bring that up? I finally shut it out.” A girl’s loud scream resonated in his mind, and he quickly sat up, his forehead sweating. “Not again ….”
Meanwhile, the girl made her way to the other side of the campus. “Wow, I wonder if he has a problem or something,” she said to herself, “but I’m starting the dance club no matter what.” She ran through a couple options in her mind. “A petition? No, too much time. Hm..."
Then she smirked to herself, an idea running through her devious mind. "I'm sorry, Mr. President, but blackmail it is."
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