Moon Pup

@lgcyeseo

“One, and two, and five, and six. Siwoo, faster.” The trainer’s words hit Siwoo like a whip. He cringed, stumbling a bit before taking a breath and continuing with the progression. He knew what he was doing. Probably. He felt like he did, but his hands moved a tad too slow and his feet never landed where he wanted them to. “Stop.” The room stilled as the trainer turned to all of them. “That’s enough. Have any of you been practicing? Is this the best you can do?” No one answered. The trainer scoffed. “Fine then. We’re ending early. Maybe you’ll take the time to actually practice.” He left without another word. 

Siwoo’s heart pounded in his chest in shame. He should have done better. The other trainees slowly filed out, complaining of aches while some older trainees came in for practice. Siwoo barely spared them a glance. He shuffled into a corner, out of their way and played the song on his head phones. With his eyes squeezed shut, he practiced the dance moves. Everything seemed easier when his eyes were closed. He didn’t have to worry about anyone looking at him or been distracted by his own image in the mirror. His feet moved a little faster, hands snapping to positions properly. He sighed on beat, feeling the music. One kick to the right, sweeping hand movement to the left. Circle, dip, hand swing. 

@lgcsammy

Monthly evaluations always went the same. He hyped himself up, he’d trained, he knew what he was doing. But as soon as those doors came into view it was like the first audition. Everything he’d been working on went out the window. There was no point in even trying because his brain always took a holiday. Then, once it was over....

His voice had cracked. Twice. Bile swirled in Siwoo’s throat as he bowed to the trainers before leaving. Monthly evaluations were always draining, but this one felt like being hit by a train. If anyone asked, he’d have no clue how he actually did. He might have mumbled, he might have sung a wrong lyric, but he literally didn’t know because he felt like he blacked out. He went in and as soon as he saw their eyes staring him down, he shut down. His hands were still shaking as he walked down the hall towards the dorms. Pretty sure, he’d almost dropped the mic once. He was going to throw up. 

Hello!! Here is the clumsy and a tiny bit dense Chae Siwoo. He’s riddled with anxiety and stage fright so try not to scare him too much. For a quick rundown of who he is:

+ Grew up in a middle class family with a younger sister who took most of the spotlight. + Never really knew what he wanted to do with his life, but had always loved analyzing the composition of music + His parents made him try out to be an idol because they saw how successful one could be and they just wanted their son to choose something + So yeah, he has yet to be tainted by the world so he’s extremely trusting of others + He works hard at what he does because it gives him a drive to keep moving forward and to find meaning in life

For more on him:  Profile || Plots

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