perfection has always been the name of the alpha’s game, no matter what he happens to be doing——dancing, making music, even his personal life. there’s a reason that his performances are always so polished, why clips of his dance crew make the rounds on social with millions of ›
views racking up.
“you can ask any of these people, and they’d all give you the same answer.” jae—hyuk croons as he presses pause on the track, sneakers squeaking against linoleum flooring——stalking closer to calais until he’s close enough to squat down in front of him. ›
sweat soaks through the thin white tanktop that he wears in the practice room, peaked nipples pushing against the fabric——lifting a finger to twirl around in the air. “𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛!” comes the barked command, turning on a sneakered heel to restart the bass—filled track that ›
*̱ ⁎ ݁ 𝓚. 𝒥͟𝙰𝙴—𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙺. ˚𖤓 retweeted
the way he says jinja with that deep voice what the fuck























