White J's, White Porsche, White Wrist, White Horse - Kangmin and Ilwon
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Out of everyone in the group Rhys had the most seniority since he had been with the company the longest. Kangmin towered over him and though it looked like they would be at each other’s throat they bonded over their sense of humor and shit talking. It was refreshing to be around someone who wasn’t so perfect off camera though when it came time to work there was no complaining or bitching about how hard things were. Though he had a background in dance Rhys’ moves were so clean and smooth making every motion look so effortless. Kangmin had trouble with that given his size though all the years of ballet did help him to be graceful. It started as joke between the come up with a routine for a song they commonly referenced when greeting each other. Kangmin had his own steps memorized but was willing to edit it to fit in Rhys styles. Though they were different, they had good teamwork, plus if this turned out to be something good they could it for a special stage or a tour performance. The young man was already in the dance studio warming up with some stretches. Even for this he was still dressed fashionable in Adidas gear (black sweats and a red tank finished off with black running shoes and a headband). Kangmin never was one to dress in regular clothes for a dance practice, it was too restrictive for him. Hearing the door open he focused his attention on the person coming in and greeted them, “Hi Bich.”
Although he wouldn’t say he got -- or was willing -- to make meaningful friendships in his work environment, his relation with Kangmin still was quite an honorable mention. When they first met, the energy the other was giving off sent Rhys two conflicting signals. He supposed they would either end up getting on like a house of fire or the exact opposite. So far there wasn’t really a hatchet they had to bury; they were more similar than he first assumed, and most importantly, Kangmin wasn’t trying to sell a sugarcoated persona. On top of that, he also didn’t wasn’t a part of the sizable group of people who would get offended by Rhys’ jokes. Maybe that aspect he valued the most.
For several reasons he was starting to get excited about joining forces to create a dance routine together. Not only could it be interesting due to their varying styles, but the song choice itself was... just on point. What had become their inside joke, now would be the centre of their work. He was on his way to the company, wearing comfortable white Champion sweats, loose black t-shirt and bright basketball sneakers. What he forgot was a baseball cap or anything else to keep his hair in one place, but that inconvenience he could bear.
Once he entered the studio, he put his sports bag near the wall and displayed a bright grin. “Where are your white J’s?” He pointed to Kangmin’s shoes and stood next to him to start doing some stretching before they would get down to business.
