TAEYANG straightened his posture and drew in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before slowly exhaling. He repeated the process, each breath helping him shed the tension and frustration that clung to him. After a few cycles, a sense of calm washed over him. With his mind clear of distractions, he stepped back into the rhythm, allowing his body to flow effortlessly into the dance once more.
He kept dancing, his mind blank, yet his body moved instinctively, perfectly attuned to the rhythm. Despite the emptiness in his thoughts, his movements flowed seamlessly with the beat, as if guided by the music itself.
Anyone watching him would think he was pushing himself to the brink, striving to impress the mentors with his best performance. While there was some truth to that, the real reason was much simpler—he was dancing to avoid thinking about Haneul.
