hey, batter, batter swing!
de:code:noveval with @rkmg !!
being in the dance studio after hours isn’t unfamiliar to won at all. he’s accustomed to the harsh lighting above his head, how it’ll irritate his sensitive eyes when he goes outside later to head home in the dark of night. he knows the ache of every muscle being pushed to its limits well, knows the fatigue of practising when you should be preparing for bed or winding down for the night. above all else, though, he knows mingyu — his loving boyfriend who isn’t as confident as he should be in his dancing, who sits opposite him with their legs folded at their knees and intertwined with each other’s as they face each other. mingyu’s taking a swig from their shared water bottle, catching his breath as won does the same. won might be a dancer, but mingyu is an athlete — his stamina is undoubtedly better but won doesn’t have to push himself quite as far, especially if he’s teaching more so than learning.
he knocks his knee gently into’s mingyu’s to get his attention, offering him a subtle smile. “are you ready to go through them again?” his question is soft, hopefully gives mingyu enough room to say no if he truly isn’t. reaching out to the same knee, he squeezes. “you’re picking it up really fast, gyu. are you improving or am I just that good of a teacher?” he teases, a playful grin threatening to break through ( and it does; won can never resist, his weak will giving in only a few seconds later ). “which one do you feel less confident about? we can work on that a bit more and then we should go back to the dorm. it’s getting late and I need my beauty sleep.”