crash.
@corvuscanus
it's late, later than yunsol had meant for it to be. after sundown, telling the time by the light coming through the windows becomes impossible, and hours pass without realizing that they're not mere minutes. the man knew he was tired ages ago but there's always more work to be done, one more song to rehearse, one more mistake to correct and perfect before he feels like he can call it a night. long after rehearsals with phaze ended, the work for his solo stuff began. yunsol isn't so egotistical to believe that he can perform everything perfectly every time without any practice and, well, there's a lot of discography to get through over the last several years.
maybe he's a little hard on himself. maybe the reputation he's built for himself as a dancer has him expecting perfection every moment he steps on stage. yunsol knows that's not a realistic expectation of himself but falling short feels like it would let the fans down. worse, it would let phaze down. so he stays in the practice room until he's making more mistakes than improvements, when the tiredness sets in to a point where practice is no longer productive. that's when he realizes just how deep the exhaustion runs.
instead of heading directly out the door, yunsol makes his way down a few floors, finding his way to the rooms reserved for ninety-9 artists with all of the practiced ease of a man who has been there way too often. does he belong there? probably not, but it's hard to make an argument against it when he makes his way into the studio seoho calls his own, knocking only briefly to announce his presence before inviting himself in to immediately flop on the couch. "you're up too late again," he says, knowing full well it's a hypocritical statement considering he's also awake and at work at the same time. "are you going home soon or can i take a nap real quick?"
