✵ dance studio | 'serpens'

(( TW: Violence, Mention of Blood ))


Gunho was sweating profusely, he was tired but he really wanted to work harder, he needed to work harder, it was something that he strived for, he wanted to be better than everyone. He had been in this practice room for over 5 hours and there was no stopping him, not even calls from his parents or his brother would stop him, he just has to keep moving and be the best that he could be. One by one he went through each of x.mpire's discography, every song that he was involved in from start to finish, he had to make sure it was perfect.

His problem is being a perfectionist, but only with himself, he can accept mistakes by others and from others, but himself, no mistakes could be made, everything has to be done to perfection. He needs to be like his perfect older brother, someone that he looks up to, and appreciates. His basketball skills always gave his brother the attention that he so craved when he was younger his father, his father didn't understand why Gunho couldn't just become an athlete, it wasn't his calling. His calling was being on the dance floor and being a performer, something that his mom understood. His mom was his beacon of hope whenever he was training, practicing, when he finally got confirmed to debut, but.. for some reason, it always gets overshadowed by something else. He felt overshadowed constantly, and now he just wants approval, that is it. Approval from someone that he is working hard.


His phone started ringing, he didn't recognize the tone, so it couldn't have been from someone that he knew, he relaxed and let it go to voicemail. He kept practicing until about 5 minutes later. The ringing came back, then it stopped after 4 rings. Now curious, he went towards his phone and saw it was a call from his dad, two missed calls from his dad, great. He called him back, "Uhm hello..?" As he listened to his father on the phone he immediately got angry, it was like he was belittling him talking down to him constantly, and this is why he wants approval. "I am not coming back home, I am staying here I am in a group, and I will not leave my members. Goodbye."


As he slumped down against the mirror, rage-filled him like a bull getting ready to charge, on the exterior, Gunho was a nice person, he never wanted to hurt anyone but at this moment, he was filled with rage he just snapped. He threw his phone on the ground, and he heard the glass shatter and it went up against his leg little specks of glass attached to his leg, with no pain at all. He looked down and stomped on his phone, he would need to get a new one later. Still not satisfied or relieved of his anger he punched the door to a smaller room in the dance studio, which resulted in tiny cuts on his fingers that started to bleed, not even phased by it he laid down on the floor upset with himself, and just sat there like a lost puppy.