{ @kevbaek }
seokju had given up on feeling sorry for himself. or at least that’s what he was telling himself while he waited from official word from ace. lately (ever since the fight he had with jaejoon) seokju had kept himself business with a steady routine of practicing and exercise. somewhere in his mind he knew he was most likely overworking himself but he opted out of acknowledging that. this was the only way he didn’t feel bad about his situation as he was too busy feeling down right exhausted (early debut days were supposed to be tiring but that was meant to be because of schedules, not this).
once again he found himself in the hyde dorms trying to preoccupy himself with anything. seokju had just gotten off the phone with his mother and he’d decided to attempt to cook something. he figured it’d turn out badly, but he only had intentions of feeding himself (at least it gave him something to do). he made a noise of frustration as he reached up to the top shelf, the dish he needed far back against the wall of the cupboard. “really?” he breathed out through gritted teeth as he was about to began to climb up on the counter in order to reach it.










