unsteady ;
@ccjaebum
he’s lacking. that is the mere thought residing in the back of his mind as he blocks one of jaebum’s attacks. his team depends on him, looks up to him, yet the feeling in the pit of his stomach is informing him that he’s never been worthy of having such a prestige position in the first place. the formed sweat on hyunwoo’s forehead rolls down the sides of his temples, his panting growing heavier with every aimed hit.
how long has it been since the two started sparring? two, three hours? maybe a bit more than that. neither has been keeping track of the time, he supposes. the dryness in his mouth is pleading for water, but stopping now defeats the purpose of growing better. “don’t overwork yourself,” his mother’s voice echos and that’s when his body precisely decides to shut down because mama knows best. he stumbles forwards, chest colliding with the cool floor.
“i’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he chokes out, raising his arm to dismiss any worry. what an idiot, really. “actually, please hand me a bottle of water before i perish. love ya, jae.”