The entire team looked up from their individual work, collective focus shifting immediately to the two of us.
Hyunki's head snapped toward Song, expression frozen mid-breath.
Coach Song remained unbothered, hands clasped loosely behind his back.
"This song lives and dies in duality. Phantom and reflection. Power and vulnerability. You two represent that contrast."
No. No, no, no—
Hyunki's jaw clenched, fury flickering behind his carefully neutral expression, but he wasn't foolish enough to argue with Vocal Trainer Song directly.
Not with cameras rolling and his reputation already strained after the cafeteria incident.
I felt light-headed, the room tilting slightly at the edges. Song gestured toward the center of the practice space.
"Positions."
The female coach stepped back, clearing the floor. Coach Min did the same.
The production assistant shifted the camera angle to capture both of us. Hyunki moved first, stalking toward the center.
