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he hates having to get up early, forever moaning that if the company wanted him to succeed, they’d have put him in the evening training group, as he drags his feet from his dorm to the practice rooms. but, at least @lgcyein is in one of the morning groups too. it means junhwan can swing by afterwards, and take advantage of their anonymity to drag her across town for something to eat -- something to drink. non-alcoholic. he’s being good these days, doing his best to push his urges aside because he sees the way his friends look at him these days. is it worry? is it pity? he’s not sure which one is worse. more and more often these days, junhwan thinks he should just say fuck it and kiss her, like something out of a romantic movie. but that would be corny as hell. still, their non-spoken agreement is tiring, and grating on his mind as he offers to pay for her order.
he slides into a chair, legs arranged haphazardly beneath himself. one hand is close to him, close to his disgustingly milky coffee. the other is halfway across the table, towards yein, spindly fingers slightly outstretched and hopeful. maybe corny is okay, sometimes. he let one important opportunity pass him by already -- he could’ve been preparing for debut right now. the privacy he enjoys so much might’ve been lost to him already had things gone a little differently.
“ -- are you gonna go for,” his voice drops low, though their table’s relative seclusion is probably all the protection they need from potential eavesdroppers, “that girls show they’re auditioning for? or whatever.” junhwan clears his throat, drops eye contact and sits back, retracting his hand slightly in the process. “like, you should. obviously. probably. if you wanna.”