who: @ekkoi why: liked for a starter
Yugyeom started at the sound of a stylist telling him to control his expression or else he’d get wrinkles, soon feeling the burn of shame at the tip of ears. Yet only a few minutes later and he had gone back to the same look, head tilting to the side to further his display of confusion at the sight of his feet. Because of how frequently he danced, Yugyeom was always worried about something happening to his feet. His thoughts surrounded the idea of them so often that he’d even have dreams of enlarged feet, or having to chop them off and live without them.
And his constant worry for them, which was only fueled by his own thoughts, caused him to check them every so often (within a day, not in general). Sometimes he’d just look at them in the shower, and sometimes when he was putting on his shoes, but when he was walking down the hall, he felt a sharp pain at the sole of his foot and so stopped in the middle of it to check if something was wrong.
So there he sat, with both his feed bare and stretched out in front of him, face scrunched as he tried to focus on if there was something wrong or not. The thought of him being caught in such an act came and went without notice, and when he saw the latter, he couldn’t help but call out to her. “Noona, help me here!”
