#seung-il

[nymphii-arts]

profile doodle of seung-il for a warm up

[katzuyas]

carry on, darling, we were built to last

for @talk-to-the-fish whose bday it is today, happy bday u lovely nerd, hope u have a great one //sends smooches

The music was coming from the hallway. It was loud and obnoxious and, really, Seung-il was one angry breath away from throwing open his door and screaming.

So he did.

He almost pulled the door off its hinges, but just as he was opening his mouth to deliver a litany of very scathing comments to whoever was bothering him for the last half an hour, he froze. The lyrics only now registered in his mind and... Seung-il's brain short-circuited.

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock

your peacock, cock

"What the fuck," Seung-il whispered to himself, but it was too late to close the door and pretend he never stuck his head out of his room.

"Seung-il, my man!"

The happy voice made him cringe internally. Outwardly as well.

The annoying Canadian skater, JJ, pushed off the wall right next to Seung-il's door and greeted him with a smile way too wide and far too happy. Seung-il wanted to slam the door in his face.

"Why are you playing this," crap, "here? Go somewhere else, I do not wish to be disturbed right now."

"Aw, come on, don't be like that."

Honestly? Seung-il hated this guy. Not really hated per se, but he hated being around him and being involved in all the dumb shit that always followed him.

"You like the song though, right?"

Seung-il looked at him with slight incredulity pulling up his eyebrows. What on earth would ever give him the idea that he liked the song? Surely not the grimace of disgust curled around his lips...

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock

your peacock, cock

"Why peacock?" he found himself asking instead, and regretting it seconds later when JJ's face lit up. "You know what, nevermin–"

"Your short program costume," JJ ignored him anyway. "It was a peacock, right?"

Seung-il stared. JJ grinned. What the fuck.

"No, it wasn't."

It was almost comically hilarious how JJ's face morphed into shock and from then to embarrassment and right back into obnoxious glee. Seung-il had to admit, he was a little scared. But at the same time it was... sickeningly fascinating.

"Oh, so it was a parrot then!" JJ exclaimed, pulling out his phone, where the music was coming from, and scrolling through it with passion. "Give me a moment, I'll switch to the parrot playlist. I wasn't sure which one it was so I made two–"

Seung-il wasn't listening anymore. The parrot playlist. The fucking parrot playlist. Who was this guy even...

When the music started again, Seung-il had to admit he was a little floored.

All the birds of a feather

Do what they love most of all

We are the best at rhythm and laughter

That's why we love carnival

It definitely wasn't what he expected, but somehow the sheer absurdity of the situation got to him and for the first time since he botched his chances at GPF, Seung-il smiled. It was a small crack of a grin with a tiny chuckle to accompany it, which he thought would be lost in the loud music, but JJ, god damn him, heard it.

"Now that's what we're talking about," JJ praised, grinning widely for the both of them and patting Seung-il's shoulder.

With a sigh, Seung-il pushed his door open further and allowed JJ to slip into his room. He knew he was going to regret it later, but... at the moment it was alright.

When JJ tripped over the strap of Seung-il's practice bag, he bit his lip to stop it from twitching.

Yes, he could use some laughter. Even if it was at JJ's expense.