─ dance studio 'excelsior'

@☼ jung wooyoung (this is trash and do not respond this long, but it needed background and depth for the first post so that way EMOTION this is pt 2 btw because pt 1 is the but that's the easy bit XD)

Yeosang sat on the practice room floor with his forehead resting on his knees. He was taking a breather after four hours of strenuous practice. The other Janus members had gone to grab a snack but Yeosang felt relentless. Sweat dripped down his temple and neck, shirt soaking and sticking to his skin like a second layer. His eyes closed and breathing deeply to try and steady his heartbeat. He could never tell now, if it was his heart beating from his exertion or because of the physical response of being around him. He couldn't tell, because often his heart did this whenever he was in the same vicinity as Wooyoung.
Now he spent every waking moment avoiding Wooyoung as though his life depended on it, because in reality, it did. His sanity, his emotional health, everything depending on him pretending as though Wooyoung didn't exist outside of a professional setting. The dorms, well, he avoided them as well, spending his nights at the saunas and dingy hotels, even going so far as to sleep in the practice rooms. It was exhausting but it was better than this living nightmare he was trying to endure.
It was hard, trying to smile for everyone, pretend that you were okay, that you were whole, that you were not a complete and utter ing mess because Yeosang remembered that first week, the way he had curled into a ball in the hotel room, his favorite sweater shredded because he couldn't bare to hurt anyone else or himself. The pillow was constantly wet from his tears. This was Yeosang's first heartbreak and something about it felt like he lost something in himself. Not eating, not drinking, still, those things were hard. He remembered two weeks after it happened, a manager came up to him and complimented him on how much weight he lost, the plumpness in his cheeks having hallowed out. All Yeosang could do was say thank you, and smile sheepishly because he knew it wasn't from working hard for it. He was prospering professionally, his dancing becoming smoother, fluid, and passionate. His singing was full of more depth and emotion because he was pouring his soul and heart into the only thing he had left: music.
Yeosang's head lifted when he heard the door open and he scanned the feet coming through until he found Wooyoung's black sneakers. This was how Yeosang avoided looking at the man, staring at his shoes and shoulders until he found one that wasn't Wooyoung and staring at that person directly.

@✵ jeong yunho⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Natty's habit of working hard had not left her, not even after all these years of being debuted. If DIA wanted to keep their position on top, then she couldn't slack. Not with new competition debuting every month. But when the song replayed again, and she stood in her first position, she was glad to hear the knock on the door. Through the mirror, she spots Yunho, and a smile spread over her face. "Yunho~ah! What are you doing here?" She rushes to turn off the stereo, grabbing her bottle water before joining him. "You know I'm always down for anything that involves food... Can you wait up for me while I clean up?" She makes a sweeping motion to her sweaty appearance. "Can't risk being seen like I've jumped from a trash can, y'know?"

@☾ natty suputhipong "Oh right. The festival."

Yunho muttered as he packed his belongings, just finishing up the mandatory dance class. Usually he would stay longer but his friends told him that there was a food festival downtown and he had been dying to check it out since few days ago, and seeing that today was the last day, he had no other choice but to go unless he didn't mind missing it. Making his way out, he passed one of another dance studios and saw his old friend, now turned sunbaenim, there finishing up as well. He gave the door a light knock, for some reason, wanting to invite the lady to the festival as well. "Hello tinkerbell sunbaenim." He greeted Natty when the girl saw him, giving a little bow to her before stepping closer. "Already done with your practice~? If you don't have any schedule after this, I'm going to check a food festival downtown. Do you want to join me?"

@✵ kuromiya rei⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ "Aigoo, congratulations!" She grinned, bending backwards, feeling her hips crack until she straightened out. "Rei-chan is growing up." She teased, chuckling softly. "Was it mentioned to you what you'll be performing?" Chaeyeon then jumped a bit, shaking her whole body, lightening up.

@☾ lee chaeyeon "Eh? But you'll do great! You're made for that," she responds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, briefly grimacing as she follows suit to crack her neck. "If anyone needs to be scared, it's me. What's new is that they're making me perform at that festival. So, I need to practice like hell until I die."

@✵ kuromiya rei⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Chaeyeon muttered a soft counting before turning her attention to her friend through the mirror, chuckling softly. "From the Chaeyeon world, huh? Well..." She started to hum in thought before pulling her head sideways, hearing a soft pop which relaxed her then turned to the other side. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to say this but we'll be having a comeback soon? It's been a while since I last joined a comeback, so I'm a bit scared about the outcome... How about you, Rei-chan? Anything new with you?"

@☾ lee chaeyeon "Yeah, let's not break any hips," she teased with a snicker before starting to follow suit in the warm ups. For a little bit, she focuses on just parroting each movement before the lack of talking starts getting weird. "Let's not do this silently, talk about something - anything," she started, pausing to focus on not tipping over, and continuing, "Any news from Chaeyeon world?"

@✵ kuromiya rei⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Chaeyeon let out a soft chuckle once Rei had pulled back, making her stand up, holding onto her hips and stretching. "Aigoo~" She hummed softly, hearing her bones click as if she really was an old lady. "Hearing from my bones, we need to stretch first and warm up. Safety first." She smiled and placed her phone on the chair near the speaker, starting to move her head side to side before raising her arms and bending sideways with her arms stretched out.

@☾ lee chaeyeon Silently, Rei kept her gaze trained on the screen to watch the video while keeping her hands occupied with playing with the elder's free one. She hummed softly in response, further cementing her resolve to do whatever the actual dancer thought best. "Hai hai~" she started, detaching herself from the koala-hug she'd found herself in to lightly stretch her arms and back before settling with a impish grin on her face. "What first, granny sensei?"

@✵ kuromiya rei⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ The older among the two hummed, pressing on the dance practice video as if she didn't know the dance, but she did. She knew it by heart, after all, but she thought it would be easier to let Rei watch too. She moved her phone so her friend could see it better. "So which among the two do you wanna try? Oh, wait, let's do likey cause it focuses more on hand movement." Chaeyeon smiled, wiggling her eyebrows a bit.

@☾ lee chaeyeon "Cutesy?" Rei repeated, expression naturally scrunching in a joking pout at the thought of it. She wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, but she certainly didn't think it suited her much. She crawled over to sit closer, chin resting on her friend's shoulder so she could see as well. "That's fine, whatever~ If you think I can do it, I'll try it"

@✵ kuromiya rei⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ So far, the easiest dance Chaeyeon could think of that's part of DIA's official choreo was Likey followed by What is love but the girl couldn't help but glance over to her friend before she continued scrolling through the songs on her phone. "What do you feel about dancing something easy /but/ cutesy?" She gave a cheeky grin, sitting up properly and continued to check out DIA's discography over the years.

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //sticks my tongue out into the empty doorway, mocking you silently, the tongue returning to its usual place as soon as you walk back in and I pull the covers up again, squinting for good measure, so you don't see the slight pinkish dusting my cheeks get upon being called "princess"/
Ah, so not only will you break me, but you will also stain me. What a dream life i am living.
//grunts and groans and bemoans to the highest of heavens, as i slowly turn around, wincing every time i twist the wrong way and the nerve spikes a jolt of pain up my spine; drops face down on the pillows, exhausted by the exercise, and pulls my t-shirt up as much as i can (not much), revealing the lower back tattoo on my waist/
I can't pull higher. You're gonna have to take it off.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ sorry, what did you say? You mumbled?
*adjusts the bed around your waist* making you as comfortable as I can, sliding another pillow under your head because I wouldn't want you to get a head injury now*
You never know, you're stubborn...
*shrugs and wanders back into the room, my arms full of stuff*
Yes, I'm here princess. Ice won't help so do you think you could turn onto your front for me? Then I can put some pain relief ointment there. You'll have to take your shirt off because the ointment will leave stains on fabric.

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //settles in, most grumpily/
//finds out i actually miss being held close to a chest, or at least to warmth, mumbles in the fabric as i eye you down there, taking my shoes off/
Yesyouareveryembarrasing
//the soft pillows elevate my waist* and relieve the tension and i sigh quietly, ready to protest again, but then you're out of earshot and i can only mumble to myself/
Yeah, as i can get up and prance around like a Disney princess.
//harrumphs and yells out when you don't come back within three breaths/
Are you coming back soon???

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Calm down, you'll be fine. It's probably just a sprain.
*sneaks about, not very stealthy about it because I'm concerned about being quick for your safety*
I'm taking care of you, stop squirming around-
*when you stop wiggling I can finally get a hold of you so I pull you tightly close to my chest, I don't know why I can't shut up. But I'm nervous and I fall quiet, winded by your quiet admission*
Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?
*I take you over to your bed and drop you down, taking your shoes off myself and putting a pillow under your injured foot*
I'm going to get some ice and a first aid kit, don't walk on it please? I'll be a few seconds.
*hurries out of the room*

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ N-no! Whatareyoudoing-- SAN!
//yelps as i am being thrown around, wrapping arms around your shoulders on automatic, to hold on for my life as i am met with what it feels like my death by manhandle/
What are you *doing*.
//begins to protest, which quickly gets drowned out by the onslaught of words you pour out and i am too confuzzled listening and following your train of thought, and at the end the reminder of a father figure only makes my eyebrows knit together and all spoken protest dies on my lips, remembering to look around/
I swear if someone sees me like this... Embarrassing...
//mumbles, but the relief is evident when we reach the dorm's door and we are finally in and away from prying eyes/
So? Will you let me down now, or you're my noble chariot from now on?

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Wooyoung you can't walk- Wait-
*pulls you by your hand up and over my shoulder though when it seems to hurt you more I react quickly and scoop you up into my arms bridal style*
Come here, I've got you. I'll help. All we need is to get you back to the dorm, put some ice on it and see if you've hurt it. I've had some first aid training so don't panic, hm? You'll be ok. I used to get a lot of injuries training with my dad...
*I try to smuggle us out of the area, carrying you the entire way back to the dorm as carefully as I can*

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ I don't know I... I think I twisted it... it hurts...
//holds your hand initially to try and get up, but the pull only shoots a spike of pain up my spine and i cry out, dropping your hold as my hand flies back to my waist, while the fist of the other finds its way between my teeth/
NO! No, don't call anyone... ... They'll bench me... ...
//removes the hand, letting you do whatever, holding myself propped up in a position that hurts the least, but is making the grovel dig in my side/
, it hurts... I just need to lay down... it'll be fine...
//hisses initially from pain, but then the words just turn soft and begging, borderline silent, the only thing that conveys how scared i am in reality/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ You sounded like it...
*it feels like we're dancing and then the next minute we're not, it's a rush until you sound like you're in pain*
- I'm sorry- What happened?
*jumps back from you, startled by our new position. I try to help you back up again but it's difficult when you seem to be in a lot of pain*
Should I call someone? What should we do?
*panics and tries to lift up your shirt to take a look at it*

[that's totally fine, we can wrap up this thread if you'd like to?]

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ No? Why would I be...
//mutters under my breath and follwos the movements, finally seeing a good flow going for both of us/
Okay, now-- what--
//opens my arms out on habit to cushion the blow of you falling over, not sensing the direction is a bit on angle, and i do manage to cushion the blow by falling along with you, but i also twist my back along the way, immediately wincing in the hold and my hand instinctively goes to grab at my waist/
Ah... ...

[okay so i had forgotten-- but ive written that he hurt his back in the announcement that jung wooyoung will sit out carat xy promotions, so imma go with back/waist?]

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Are you upset with me?
*lets you move me around and I watch you closely, not wanting to make another mistake and feeling guilty about the first try as well as the lie. I promise to myself I'll make it up to you*
90 degree angles, got it. sharp edges. Let's do it.
*mimics your movements as best I can, somewhat stiff at first but quickly getting into the rhythm*
3,4,5,6-
*repeats under a breath, focused and determined to get this right*
Whoa- wait-!
*doesn't notice the tiny puddle below me and crashes into you when I slip over*

[lowkey how did you want him injured again? something like this? but it's okay I have no knowledge in this so fsdjksdhfjkfh whatever you say sounds smart to me]

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ No use of being sorry.
//pushes myself off the glass with a quiet humph, maneuvering you closer to the glass, to be used as a mirror, and positioning myself next to you after that/
You have a great flow, but in tutting it's all sharp edges and you have to remember to keep 90 degree angles at all times.
We'll do the second chorus, because... I like it better.
//shrugs and assumes the position - one palm facing forwards, the other making the "shhh" gesture/
Starting from ""shhhhh, ah" and open, right angles, fingers spread, and cross and big wave, 3, 4, 5, 6, over your head, palms out, right angles and 1, 2, 3, 4 and...
//does the actions in about half speed, watching you in the window/

[disclaimer: i am not a dancer, i have no idea how to do it better, tutting is hell, and this was what i learned from my 8-minute crash course on it]

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Oh... that means you're really talented, wow...
*stares at you wondering if I should be starstruck or not, but it's too late and I am so I just continue to stare*
*my extended jazz hands flop as you point that out which makes me quiet from embarrassment*
I thought I did... But I guess not? Sorry...
*rubs at my neck backed up by a small audible gulp whilst I avoid your heavy gaze*
Do you want to show me?

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ I wassssss scouted from another agency. Bought.
//conveniently omits the fact that my old company had basically auctioned me off because i had problems with the authority and no respect to their ty management, when DSF bought me off on discount/
//unable to hold a smirk of my own, that twitches the corner of my mouth upwards as you speak, and then i watch you move; and albeit your control over your body is impressive, it's not what we talked about/
Ta-da what? That was not tutting. Do you know what tutting is? Don't lie to me, i hate it when people lie to me.
//crosses my arms in a more firm stance, staring you deeply, eyes almost darkening if it was even possible/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ You didn't? How did you get in?
*Your every word is another treat on the ground that I happily scoop up to eat, surprised you would offer me that information so freely I wouldn't know it's a trap*
*Appreciating you I give you a squeezing hug afterwards, still staring around fascinated by the smallest details. But none of the physical distractions are as fascinating as what you say. I stare at you with a lopsided smirk*
Not shocked. At all. But I think that, you know, it makes you cool so... as long as no one is harmed then it's not such a bad thing. Alright. Tutting.
*I think about DIA-sunbaenim's "Naughty" and hum along to it in my head, moving my hips from side to side, rolling the sound throughout my body as though I'm made of fluid. However, none of it is tutting*
Ta-da!

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@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Really? I didn't audition, so I guess - can't relate.
//uses every moment provided to have the opportunity to brag, leaving little hints in order to be asked follow-up questions, thinking you had gone red because you were ashamed of your audition, and nothing more/
//grips your arm tight to help you get over the sill and join the "alley", leaning on the glass afterwards, eyeing you/
Well, I don't really vibe well with authority and orders. Shocker. They said we can't come over here. So I had to come. Easy. Nobody holds Jung Wooyoung down.
//eyes you top to bottom, much like prey/
Okay, go on. Show off the tutting.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *tugs you up with as much strength as you need, smiling*
I auditioned just like everyone else?
*my face reddens, technically it was an audition. But of course DSF was well aware of my family's name and business. I watch you leave whilst rubbing my neck, hoping I never have to explain that*
Wait for me!
*hurries out after you, looking around us I'm not sure I remember where this part of the street is. Not that it particularly matters*
How did you find this?
*wanders up to you, mildly gasping in awe at how cool this place is*

@✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //pulls myself up, using you as leverage, finally standing straight beside you, and shoots you an examining look/
Yah... how did you become an idol trainee again?
//grabs a water bottle and goes for the door, making quick way of the corridors, going out a large window and into a driveway of sorts, beside the building, surrounded by tall bushes/
Come on, that's a spot rarely anyone comes to. Mainly because it doesn't have a door. But people forget windows.
//grins mischievously from the sill, beckoning you with a finger