he had been on his own in the dance studio with their music blasting as he danced, watching his own every move through the wall of mirrors and perfecting his dancing until he couldn’t perfect it no more. the others had always told him not to practice too hard, to rest and take enough water breaks whilst he was in the dance studio alone. he was also always told that if he didn’t answer their texts asking him to stop and come sleep for the night, that he’s done enough for today, that they’d come and find him and hope that he wasn’t passed out from exhaustion in the middle of the floor. so when he heard his phone beep that signaled that he got a new message, he immediately thought it was one of the others asking him to stop and rest. he moved to his phone that he had plugged into the speakers and stopped the music, unplugging his phone to look at the text. though he couldn’t help but laugh breathily the minute he saw it and it definitely was not from one of his hyungs.
[ text ] that made my day.
[ text ] and i do miss your hugs.
[ text ] don’t mention this to my members, but your hugs are the best.
she gets to check this off her pesky to-do list, the arduous path to completion quite deserving of a mean nap. that is, if she could fall asleep with five cups of coffee running through her veins. her mouse hovers over the little floppy disk icon again, and she clicks it for the fifth, sixth, seventh time. saves it under a different name to be sure. she considers the web browser logo for a second, and then she’s stood, heading to the kitchen.
to think she’d be bored and alone on a friday night. the living room comes alive with the sounds and lights coming from the tv, illuminating what was otherwise late-night/early-morning darkness. (too late, too early.) she’s trapped between wanting to go to bed and refusing to, defeated frown playing on her lips in between sips of club soda. restless thumbs ghost over the phone screen, a semblance of a smile at the corner of her lips. (no harm, no foul. she could always blame it on the booze.)
[ sms — kwonday ] your secret is safe with me...
[ sms — kwonday ] ...as long as i get a refill by tomorrow 7PM PST 😈
a stray glance at the clock precedes an afterthought of belated concern.
[ sms — kwonday ] up late practicing again?😪