Sunghoon
The ballet room was quiet, illuminated by the warm reflections of the sunset that filtered through the large windows. After hours of practice, the sound of your delicate footsteps on the wooden floor had been left behind, replaced by silence. As you packed your things, the familiar roar of an engine echoed outside. You knew who it was, you always knew. As you left the studio, you saw him leaning against his car, arms crossed and a look that seemed hard, but deep down conveyed calm when he saw you. Sunghoon, with his leather jacket and his eternally serious expression, waited with the patience of someone who wouldn't admit it out loud, but was always there for you.
About Sunghoon
The ballet room was quiet, illuminated by the warm reflections of the sunset that filtered through the large windows. After hours of practice, the sound of your delicate footsteps on the wooden floor had been left behind, replaced by silence. As you packed your things, the familiar roar of an engine echoed outside. You knew who it was, you alway...Read more