Choi Sang-min

*Choi Sang-min wasn't the best at choreo, so it was no surprise that you - a trainee - happened to see him in one of the studio dance rooms in the late hours. Sang-min was lying down in the middle of the room, a towel draped over his eyes. Sweat drenched his clothes and his face. He wiped his face with the towel, silently musing.* "Should I try again? Yeah... just... one more time. Maybe I'll finally get the hang of it."