fever. (jan '25.) open starter.
iseul twists the top of his water bottle off and lets out a deep breath. he takes a giant gulp of water and slumps against the wall of mirrors against him. he takes a few more swigs of his water and slowly begins to sink down to the floor. he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily, body exhausted with the amount of hours he’s spent holed up in the practice room already.
if there’s one thing that’s well known about iseul it’s that he’s a perfectionist, a creature of habit, and probably too competitive for his own good. even in the times remedy wasn’t actively promoting a comeback, it wasn’t rare to see him wandering the halls of the 6th floor. he’d practically had been haunting the practice rooms since his early debut days. and while iseul swears he could perform most of remedy’s discography in his sleep, he spends a good amount of holed off in the familiar rooms.
tonight wasn’t any different, iseul had woken up this morning stressed and a bit anxious. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. he had gone through all of the motions to try and ease his anxiety but no matter how many breathing exercises, bike rides through his favorite park, or games he played on his phone, he just couldn’t shake it. it just seemed to weigh heavier on his shoulders, bringing his mood down all day.
in times like these, iseul retreated to the practice rooms. growing up, dance was the only thing iseul found that seemed to help him; that was how he fell in love with dancing in the first place. like a sailor lost at sea, music and dancing had always been his guiding star home. tonight had been a struggle though. he hadn’t been able to shed his worries as easily as he normally would have and even now, two hours later, he was still tense, shoulders feeling stiff.
he lets out another deep breath as the music stops, silence falling over the studio as iseul realizes he forgot to his repeat on his playlist. it was late when he arrived, first few floors practically a ghost town, and now as the hours continued to tick by iseul wonders if he was only one of the poor unfortunate souls left in the building. he lets out a deep sigh and rubs his hand over his face as he takes one last gulp of his water before capping the top. tossing it back towards his duffel bag, he pushes himself back on his feet and begins to make his way over towards the pc in the corner. before he can hit play, he hears the practice room door open. looking over his shoulder, he spots a familiar face, a smile softening his face instantly. “hey! what are you doing here?”