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[lmhwanwoong]

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Cover dancing wasn’t anything new to him by any means and neither was having to reinterpret a song from their seniors in the company. It was the whole thought of a ‘special event’ that weighed on Hwanwoong’s mind instead. That could mean literally anything, couldn’t it? But it was no use thinking about it, because the more he thought about whether it was a small performance at a local nursery school or a whole big stage in front of thousands of people, the more nervous he became, and there was one person he didn’t want that nervous sensation to catch onto at all.

“How’s everything going for you, hyung?” he asked Sunwoo as the other returned to the dorm room that evening. He handed over a bowl of soup he had made after coming home, still hot and fresh from the stove. The older might not even be hungry, but Hwanwoong hoped that he would accept it so it wouldn’t go to waste, and also just because he greatly enjoyed cooking and having others eat his food. “I mean it seems pretty simple this time, but honestly it’s hard to tell what’s going to end up happening... I hope they don’t have too big surprises for us.”

Although his mood seemed bright there was the hint of hesitation in his voice that Sunwoo would probably be bound to pick up on, but he tried his best to hide it either way. Instead he tried to turn the focus to his hyung. “Honestly when Enigma did it, it seemed really cool, but the more I think about it, isn’t it kind of cheesy to sing?”

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Although training had just finished for the day, it seemed that one boy was still not done with the daily ways. Managing to catch Sunwoo before the older went home, the dancer made it obvious that he had no intentions of letting him go back to the dorm just yet. Nearing almost two years as a trainee, he felt as though it was time for something to change, but it was going to be a long process, Hwanwoong already knew that, for a person didn’t just change their entire being overnight.

“Hyung, hyung!” he had called out eagerly to the older to catch his attention and then led him into an empty practice room. “You gotta help me practice something.” Hwanwoong had thought a lot about it, and eventually reached the conclusion that a lot of what he missed in his performances was the impact. Certainly he knew how to manage his expression, but in his own opinion, he greatly lacked that something extra to separate him from the masses. And he was going to practice that until he died. Maybe not that severe but at least he was going to give it his all.

“Please look very carefully at my face while I dance and tell me if I look good or not. That’s all I’m asking for. Please hyung, I don’t know who I can ask other than you because it’s kind of embarrassing to be evaluated like that!”