《 ※ 》 &&5 6 7 8 … Hands clap to the rhythm of the music, syncing in time with the bass in the background. A dark set of eyes watch intently behind the rim of a white baseball cap. He’s watching every single move, from the intricate footwork down to the hand placement; any mistake will be called out. Why was he so strict? Why did he work these kids into the wee hours of the night when they could be nestled in the comforts of their bed, dreaming of their debut? Sangcheol didn’t want them to be just another group that debuted in the quickly growing world of korean pop culture. He wanted them to be the best.
Just as he places his arms on his hips does he notice something seemed off. Out of place.
❝ Stop, stop, stop. ❞ Immediately the music stops and moving bodies come to a halt. ❝ Caleb, can you tell me what you did wrong? ❞ And the person he was toughest on was Caleb just because he saw so much potential and growth from that boy in a short amount of time he had been there.