nothing easy in the world - ft. @fmdseola
although he had had his amount of singing lessons throughout the years, siwoo had never tried teaching a class for himself, and the thought of having to do so was rather nerve-racking. sure he considered himself a good vocalist -- he would not have a position as main vocal if not -- but surely there were other more talented people out there who could do a better job. alas, his random choosing had brought this upon him so he believed fate must have willed it like this. still, he wasn’t shy to sneak into a different class earlier than his to pick up some good tips and tricks. beside, he always felt as though his dancing wasn’t up to par for the advanced choreographies vive was doing, so it definitely wouldn’t hurt to get a bit of advice on that. of course he had forgotten the fact that all students had to be under eighteen.
siwoo stepped into the room in his fool proof disguise of a cap and a mask covering his face a few minutes late with starbucks in his hands. “sorry i’m late, teach!” he apologised quickly and put down his cup. “did i miss anything important?”













