——————————————— 𝙦𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙪𝙣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ! 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 / +𝟐 𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬
improvise,
adapt,
overcome.
here he stands, his hand firmly gripping his roommate’s own. they’re among the first in line, courtesy of kun himself ( read: he just wants to get this audition over with, so he wouldn’t have to spend another moment fretting over the what if’s ). to say that he’s nervous is an understatement. he’s skittish, overwhelmed, and is close to embracing the temptation to just leave---but he can’t. he can’t, because he’s here for gunhak. this single thought echoes in his head like a broken record, here for gunhak, here for gunhak, here for gunhak. and it’s this one thought that keeps him grounded, keeps him present.
“you’ll do great.” in all honesty, he doesn’t know if those words are meant for his equally nervous roommate or himself. “we’ve practiced this so many times, i heard you muttering it in your sleep.” he gives gunhak’s hand another comforting squeeze before peering over the other’s shoulder. one person left, then it’s their turn. “okay, okay. deep breaths. let’s go over it one last time. some people receive a lot of pepero and eat it on their own, but not us. show me the eleven with pepero. because november eleventh is on saturday, please prepare to share your feelings ahead of time. this year, let’s get more. got it?” he releases their clammy hold on one another and nudges gunhak towards the door. “good luck.”
after he sends gunhak through, his demeanor slips. he bites his lips, wipes his sweaty palms on the side of his pants, and peers around at the line forming long behind him. he bounces in place, inhales and exhales a bit too deeply, and finds himself lightheaded as the seconds tick forward.
then, at long last, it’s his turn.
improvise ( he can do this ),
adapt ( he knows his lines and can recite them with ease ),
overcome ( if it still goes horribly, at least he tried ).
“good morning! i’m qian kun.” he gives a cheery wave before glancing to the side and allowing the bright smile to sink into a small frown. “aish,” he sighs, drawing out the expression a tad bit longer than intended. “just buying a ton for your boyfriend and none for me.” his gaze meets the camera, his eyes flickering down then quickly back up to mirror a subtle judgmental look. “that’s not fair at all.”
show me the eleven with pepero, his memory supplies next---but he knows that’s not his line. that’s gunhak’s line. from the other script.
( improvise, )
“show your love for me with pepero.”
( adapt, )
“because november eleventh is on saturday, please prepare to share your feelings ahead of time.”
( overcome. )
“since i live far away, you can order it online.”
and that’s it. he walks out feeling even more lightheaded. two out of four easy lines were improvised, but at the very least, his expressions and gestures were on point. kind of. “definitely messed up,” he tells gunhak after regaining composure. “still up for bubble tea?”