¹ trainee dorms ♂

@ᵗʳᵃᶤᶰᵉᵉ h. hyunjin "ᴊᴇᴛᴛ" it was the same old for jaemin – he woke up, took a shower, grabbed a quick bite of whatever food or snack he could find on this certain shelf he and his roommates decided to use for keeping food (not even minding whose was it), and walked to the str building to run along with his schedule for the day.

he had planned to either relax and play video games or sleep in for the rest of the day. his legs were sore – a result of him not stretching as properly as he used to, and he really regretted it. currently he felt uncomfortable, and if possible, he wished to rip his legs off – but of course, he wouldn't do that.

as soon as jaemin arrived at the dorms and made a beeline into his room, he tossed his bag onto his bed. his mind was telling and begging him to just dive into the tempting, comfortable-looking sheets and never get up, but as soon as a loud yelp rang through the corridors, he quickly rushed out to find where the noise came from – and found hyunjin on the bed with a pained expression on his face. "dude, are you okay? what happened–" his eyes diverted to his ankles. one of them was in a very bad colour, obviously swollen. his eyebrows knitted in concern as he shuffled closer, squatting down to take a better look at the swollen area before looking back up at hyunjin, "how many times do i have to tell you– don't overwork yourself!"

@ᵗʳᵃᶤᶰᵉᵉ n. jaemin "sᴇᴠᴇɴ" Unable to calculate his moves properly, Hyunjin missed a step and twisted his ankle in a bad angle from the dance practice this afternoon. Sighing, he curled up on his bed and glaring with at the swollen part of his feet with disgust. How could he just twist his ankle when he's got a routine he needs to master in two days? This is ridiculous, he couldn't believe how stupid he was to even let it happen. Groaning, he fell back onto the bad and anxiously looked at the clock. Time is ticking and Hyunjin felt really useless being stuck on his bed ever since he limped back to get his injury checked.

Ever since starting to train, Hyunjin didn't see the purpose of just resting when everyone's just hustling like him. Often missing sleep to rehearse, Hyunjin has always pushed himself to his own breaking point; pushing his boundaries to take on a more heated challenge and improve himself in scary pace. Its not that he's being hurried but his impatient personality causing him to be frustrated when he doesn't see enough of an improvement on himself.

Rubbing both of his hands on his face, Hyunjin finally made up his mind. He's going to practice even with a bad ankle. "I'm sure it'd be alright if I use less force on it." He says, sitting up and dragging himself across the bed to move to the edge. Making a tentative step on the floor with his injured left ankle, he inhaled deeply and stood up. "Oh," He says in wonder, it doesn't hurt! He makes another step using his left foot, and a jolt of pain runs throughout his body, a yelp erupting from his lips. "AH!" Before he fell back onto the bed, biting down on his lip. "."

all of a sudden it becomes hard for him to breathe and the heavy weight on his back wakes him up, confused at first at the unfamiliar setting, then at the scent of cologne sitting on top of him; his sleepy, half-open eyes spot a sort of golden shape of a man over his shoulder and he mumbles as he wiggles his body
can you get off of me?

*walks in slowly and blindly, kicking off my shoes, eyes glued to my phone and plops back onto the couch, promptly glancing up from my phone when the lumpyness does not match the usual feel of the couch*

shuffles in, sprawling his tall body out on the couch, belly down, to get a nice snooze in the common area of the dorm, his eyes closing as he drifts off comfortably