Ho Sung was walking back late in the evening from school. His group was learning a brand new choreography and he was already addicted to it, and felt the need to practice it relentlessly. He always had the tendency to put his all into his dancing, so much that he often didn’t sleep or would get sore joints. After all, it was all he had. The blond walked with a hip in his step, trying to implement the moves of the choreo the best he could without faltering his pace. However, the more concentrated he became, the slower he was basically dancing and moving himself forward slowly. Focusing on his footwork, Taemin did a half twirl, feeling his arm practically slam into someone’s chest. Immediately, he pulled out his earbuds and addressed the victim. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” he felt mildly embarrassed. And he was in such a good mood today too..