Lee Jaehwan
Value of LoveLoud noise is banging the three wall-one mirror wall room. A noise that is just repeatedly wanting to escape the room. A noise that sounded almost like a song if it was played from start to end without pausing it from time to time interrupting the whole melody of the song.
A video-recording device was on, making sure that every bit of their moves were perfectly in sync to the rythm. Despite of the cold humidity of the room that was steadied already an hour before their practice, sweats are still dripping from their forehead rolling to their cheeks and finally letting go from their chin being pulled down by the gravity ending its journey to the floor.
A continuous repititive stomp of the feet, wave of the bodies, flapping of the arms, shaking of the hips and turning of the heads to every beat of the song were exhausting, sipping out their energy and patience.
Everyone was tired already because of the same dance moves they're doing and all of them were fed up to the max of their limit.
“Jaehwan-ah, for how many times do we need to do the same routine over and over?” Hakyeon sounded as if he was scolding the younger but still remained calm. “We've been doing this for about an hou-”
“STOP!” Jaehwan exclaimed cutting Hakyeon's sentence. “I.AM.NOT.YOU.” Jaehwan continues emphasizing each and every word. “Stop making me feel like I'm doomed with these d*mn dances. I am not like you and will never be.” Jaehwan turned his back. “The Great Cha Hakyeon.”
Without waiting for Hakyeon to reply or anyone to stop him, Jaehwan walked out and slammed the door as forcefully as he can for the door to inevitably produce a loud shutting sound.
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