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mark was making his way into the building where his dance classes were held, walking a few more steps after getting out of the taxi he had rode in.

as soon as he entered the building, he made his way onto the stairs, which led him to the studio.

he let out a sigh of relief, as he opened the door, with a familiar sight he was used to; huge mirrors and a beige-tiled floor, he saw donghyuck and only a few students that were all sitting on the floor, with their teacher, dong sicheng.

"i thought i was late."

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