Broken Concentration | Jia & Chen.
That morning, Chen felt in an oddly good mood as he dressed and made his way to the kitchen tent, fixing his hair by combing through the strands as he walked. It bothered him a bit that he did not check his reflection in a mirror before he left his tent, but he wasn't one to make a big deal out of his appearance; he knew most people found him attractive, and if they didn't, he could easily change their mind with a few spoken words.
Stiffling a yawn as he pushed the tent flaps apart to slide in, he was glad to find the kitchenette almost deserted. It meant more peace, no one to bother him, and less need to control his power. He headed over to make himself some toasts, almost burnt and with strawberry jaw, just the way he loved them.
As he placed the white, soft slices of bread on the grill to get his breakfast ready, Jongdae began humming a soft tune he had to practice for later tonight. He made sure to keep his siren voice out of his private performance, however, not wanting people to pay too much attention to him, or worse. He focused quite a lot, repeating the word 'focus' both in Korean and English so that he wouldn't slip up, would sound like any person singing.