Masque ✜ Sulli & Jongin
Dance had always been something Jongin relied on to be something of a stability for him. It enabled him to be able to use some kind of energy and focus on something besides himself for a while, which was rare and almost irritating how his entire mental illness made him so incredibly selfish. In another bout of insomnia, he groaned as he lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for the past few hours. He'd tried, he was so tired and he yearned to have the pleasant slumber of forgetting for a few hours, but it didn't seem to come.
So with a groan he eventually rose from the bed, knowing that he wasn't going to sleep that night. Perhaps after he had thoroughly exhausted himself. While he normally would have simply stayed in his room and danced to burn off the energy, there was the new roommate to account for and he didn't particularly want to annoy them before they'd even really spoken. So he simply slipped his phone and keys into his pocket and slipped out of the dorm to go to the dance studio.
He didn't know what time it was exactly, but he knew it was rather late, so he didn't expect anyone else to be around. Most were asleep, as he envied so greatly, wishing he could be one of the lucky ones. But then again, he reminded himself that he should think of it as an excuse for extra practice and that was always needed, perfection could never be enough.
When he reached the area, however, a frown quickly took over his face at the sound of music being played. He hadn't accounted for anyone else being around, and hadn't thought about what he would do if they were. But here he was, and as he gravitated toward the sound of the music playing, a part of him wondered why he didn't simply leave to go somewhere else, but he didn't find an answer even for himself.
