[tw for this solo: swearing
tw for the solos linked below: death, violence, gang]
With: Choi Kwak Heeo aka his younger twin sister. [currently npc]
From being on the bottom team the week before to claiming the top spot this week had Minho smack back up to reality. A surge of mixed emotions flaring through him as he stumbles back home that evening. In fact, he doesn’t remember driving back home, trudging to his room and finally ending up in the bathroom under the scorching hot shower, beating against his pale skin.
He blinks furiously, unsure if he was clearing his vision up from the water cascading down his face or from the tears that are unfeelingly rolling down his eyes. Minho was so ecstatic yet he never felt so lonely. It was one thing being surrounded by the same people celebrating one’s joint victory, it was another scene entirely going back home to an empty house with no-one to talk to about this rollercoaster ride. God, he misses his sister so much.
Scrubbing the tiredness and exhaustion away, he quickly dries up, putting on his pjs before falling face first into his bed. Somehow the regret from the decision to live alone, away from his grandparents and his dad, comes rushing into his system. The dancer never thought he’d ever feel this way, especially towards the family that was barely.. well a family. He had just about stopped crying when he got out of the shower, and the urge to do so again annoyingly takes over his fatigue state.
The rapper takes calm breaths, trying to put himself into a trance and unsuccessfully replaying the last few weeks inside his head. He was riding the wave of the first eliminations, feeling terrible of Wonshik getting cut only to have Seola break down on him a few days later before his thought process was cut abruptly by the blaring of his phone. If he hadn’t given her a specific ringtone, Minho wouldn’t have even bothered moving to get his phone out of his discarded jean pockets.
“What’s up asshole?” Her voice radiating of glee and smugness. “Saw your ugly mug on the screen again, Hiro. Trying to look all cool and shit, tsk. These people don’t know you snore so loud you could bring down the house. Not to mention your fart—“
“Shut up, Mori.” He finally breaks Heeo’s obnoxious ranting, chucking sardonically at her words. “We both know you called me because you wanna congratulate me, you little shit. So do it and get it over with.” His winces at the way his voice sounded harsher than he intended it to be.
“Ay fucker, what’s wrong?” She whispers, annoyance and concern so loudly heard in her voice. “Don’t you dare gimme some bullshit nothing answer too. Or I’ll stick Dahye on you.”
He laughs out loud because everyone and their mother knows that Dayhe can whoop his ass into just about anything. “Fuck it, I’ll just hide behind Johnny then.” He manages to mumble out between his laughter.
“Your dumbass laugh sounds like a hyena. Stop it and start talking.”
Minho manages to calm down for a few minutes later, feeling the adrenaline slowly sipping off him as he finally relaxes into a conversation with his twin. “How’d you deal with this shit last time Mori? Like fuck, Johnny just wanted to see if I can get my shit together long enough to do an audition... now, this. Satan’s ass, man. Last week was so intense, we had to do so many things in one week and the week before that… Heeo…” He gasped, trying to calm his spiking nerves. Apparently, once he starts talking he never shuts up. “The week before that… we lost someone through eliminations; Woshik-sii… Fucking hell, Heeo. You didn’t see it, cause they didn’t fucking air it, but Seola-sii had a break down because of that and Goddammit now they just tossing us up into another team again and expect us to act like we’re some expert shit… This is so fucked up.”
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Are you done?” He hears his sister say, her voice sounding angry for some reason. So he remains quiet, waiting to listen to what she’s about to say next. “Because you’re being a such a fucking drama queen, Toshiro.”
He flinches when he hears her use his full Japanese name. “What the actual shit?”
“Now you shut up you overgrown man-child. We’ve both been through hell and back, fuck it we’ve been dragged around Lucifer’s pit through the last year and survived. This shit should be a bloody breeze for you. When the netizens found out about what happened to our stepda— to him, they ripped me apart, Hiro. When you got shot last December, did you fucking die? No. You picked your sorry ass back up and literally moved on. Because that’s what we do. That’s who we are.” Then suddenly just like that, a tired sigh escapes her lips. “Because that’s what we do Ni-chan. We survive…”
The silence between them was both deafening and comforting, it was a splash of cold water and a warm reminder from a loved one, all at once. He takes a moment, he lets this all sink in and he snorts when he realises that she’s absolutely right. He was being a big ass drama queen. “Seoul’s got me going crazy again, hasn’t it, Mori?”
“Yeah, if I didn’t know any better, it’s got you going dumb too.” It was her turn to let out an unladylike sound.
“Now you’re just being a little exaggerating shit.
Just like that, they banter normal siblings once again. Heeo updates him on how the university is going for her, the friends she’s met and the guy she’s interested in. The latter had him rolling his eyes, but he encouraged her to talk nonetheless. On his part, he tells her about everyone they know, his apology to Yooa, how Johnny now has a princess and keeping her updated with the latest who’s whats and whens with their people.
He stifles a yawn after a while, only realising how late into the night they’ve been talking to. She must have noticed as she said, “Get some rest, Hiro. You’ve got a busy week ahead of you.”
“Eeck—Mhmm, use protection-“
“I hate you. Goodnight asshole…oh and congratulations Ni-chan. Ja ne”
“Your emotions are gross…but thanks for kicking my ass. Ja” He mumbles, before hanging up the phone.
Then for the first time since in a very long while, Minho finally gets a good night rest. With his sister’s words echoing through his subconscious, a constant reminder that no matter what shit happens now, he’ll make something out of it. Because that’s what they do. They survive.
` * APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your boyfriend/girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger
` * APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organised music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account
` * ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath
` * ARTEMIS: keen senses of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling
` * ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the Sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes
` * DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the Mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
` * DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause
` * HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles
` * HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the Sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and Netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold
` * HERMES: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes Red Bull with coffee, menace on April fool’s, hoodies and sneakers
` * POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for DIY projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow
` * ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss
Song: I’m The One - DJ Khaled
Teachers: Jun.Q & Mia Kim
Assistant: Yoo Changhyun
Well deserved break. That what the dance class felt like to the young college student. Going back and forth from doing midterms, helping up at the sudden rush at his father’s firm and not to mention the occasional trip to the police station. He makes a quick mental note to get Minhe something great for Christmas. Being in a dance studio feels like a nice walk in the park.
With some quick convincing and a promise of a pretty decent game night -which would inevitably happen anyway- he managed to drag one of his good friends along with him too. Thank God Junmyeon was such an ace when it comes to modelling because damn the boy’s got two left feet when it comes to dancing. Glancing quickly at his friend, Minho sent him a playful wink and a thumbs up. Extremely glad to have one of his dudes close by.
Either it was his high-class memory or his natural born talent when it comes to dancing, he is quick to pick up on the choreography. Executing the routine almost flawlessly, that it sends a wave of nostalgic reminiscing of the days when he used to dance with a crew. Pushing back the uncomfortable uneasiness that soon followed from thinking about the old times, he pushes himself further into the routine. Completely losing himself into the rhythm.
For a moment he considers picking up dancing again and maybe, later on, he could get around to working on his music too. An intense wave of dread with a distinct image of his mother flashing before his mind at the thought of creating ‘music’ again. Nope. Sticking to dancing it is then.
“If I ever decide to become a crime-fighting shit swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners at Neverland Mansion with some creepy, old, bald, Heaven’s Gate-looking motherfucker… on that day, I’ll send your shiny, happy ass a friend request!”
