#;huidong

hugo was typically a rational individual. he could get emotional, sure, but when it came to shouldering burdens he was pretty decent at biting his tongue and dealing with it. his hair, however, was pretty important to him, and all of the things the stylist noonas kept putting him through concerning his hair was starting to get on his nerves. 

no cutting it. you have to grow it out. we want it long and full of different colours from blonde to black.

he looked insane, like some homeless guy strung out on drugs or something. he hated this hair, even more than the plain black hair he had for debut. he’d gladly take the plain jane do over this monstrosity. he couldn’t help but huff as he walked out of the shower and into the living room of their dorm, toweling his long hair down but finding it still dripping everywhere. “goddammit!” he bends over, toweling furiously, to the point it would be conceivable that he might take his own ears clean off his head. “I HATE THIS!”

they made it.

hugo could hardly believe it. he had managed to make it to debut under the one company he never thought he’d ever sign too. now, he was going to be an idol under nova entertainment, and best of all, he was debuting with some very dear friends of his. 

he couldn’t be mad at the lineup of the group, each member was someone hugo cared for either as a new friend or as a best friend. he would be able to be gross and gooey with hosung, spit fire with haknyeon, affectionate and excited with jungwoo, take care and look after ricky, and above all he’d be able to help huidong as much as possible. huidong... ah, hugo got teary eyed just thinking about how amazing this was for his hyung. age always worked against people in this industry but huidong hadn’t let that stop him. 

“hyung...” he stops huidong after the concert ends and they head backstage, pulling him aside and drawing him into his arms. his eyes are red from the tears he’s shed so far, which were inevitable with the news. “i’m so happy we made it hyung, that you made it. i love you, and i can’t wait to debut with you. i wouldn’t pick anyone else for our leader.” 

hugo was by no means a dancer, at all, but recently he had been working really hard to improve his dancing so he could fit the nova agenda, so to speak. he had gotten by for so long, but the coaches had been coming down on him extra hard, to the point where hugo knew if he didn’t practice more dancing and get better, he would surely die a terribly painful death and never be seen or heard from again. so, his training focused on dancing for the most part. 

he had decided to start looking into hip hop classes as well, since that was most likely the genre he’d be performing on stage in an idol group, if anything. he had learned a couple moves and had practiced them to death, to the point where he could do them in sleep. he had a little bit of skill now, and he felt it was time to show huidong hyung that he was improving. 

“HUI HUI HYUNG!” hugo came barreling into the dance studio, a fat grin on his face as she tackled the elder in a hug, practically jumping on him. “guess what guess what guess what!? i can dance a little! wanna see? wanna?!”

OW.

that was the only thing on hugo’s mind the entire way to the hospital. ow, oW, OW. his foot hurt like a fucking bitch, but thankful he had restrained himself from cussing out loud in front of the coaches. he just let out a yell of pain, and from there just made groaning sounds of pain. in his head though? nothing but curses. he couldn’t walk on it, which was terrifying. all of this was terrifying, and it was only slowly starting to sink in after the consultation and x-rays with the doctor. 

all of this is scaring him as he registers it, but thankfully he has hui there with him. he reaches for hui’s hand, not one to usually lean on hui in such a way, but physical affection was what comforted him most. “hyung...” he swallows, feeling tears start to brim. had he fucked up here? “do you think--... do you think i’ll have to sit out?” he doesn’t dare look at hui when he says that, picking a spot on the floor across the room and staring at that instead. it’s too much to bear at the moment, the thought of not doing the comeback with his bandmates. he had worked so hard... but clear not enough. 

he’s glad he has such a good leader who had insisted on coming with him to the hospital so he wasn’t alone. he couldn’t help but feel sorry to him though. he had failed his hyung, how could he do that? he was letting down the others too, as the second oldest. he was part of hyung line, he had to set an example, and this wasn’t it. “i-i’m sorry.. i should’ve worked harder, been more careful-- i’m so sorry hyung...”

there were some surprises for hugo upon joining nova entertainment. one of those surprises was a trainee soon heading into his thirties. the man must have been incredibly dedicated to this dream of his to stay so long, which evoked a lot of admiration out of hugo. there was a solid nine years in age difference between him and huidong hyung - and yes the man was his hyung, he declared him his hyung - which made him feel almost dad like in a way. he wasn’t complaining about it, in fact it was kind of endearing. it was unexpected, but a pleasant surprise. 

the ‘dad’ factor, as he liked to call it, made him want to earn huidong hyung’s approval that much more than any other trainee here - and he could definitely think of someone who he wanted affection and approval from - so he found himself working a little harder whenever huidong was in the room. he smiled a little brighter at him too, and he couldn’t stop the aegyo from pouring out whenever huidong addressed him. he wanted appa’s love, of course, who wouldn’t?

he was working on the beginner dance routine that the nova dance instructors had started teaching him, and so far it was going... alright? he was staying extra hours, late hours, trying to get it down. he had been very serious when he told hyun bin that he’d give it his best try with this dancing thing, which was why he leaped into dance training right away and was now aching all over. huidong hyung walked in during the middle of one of his run throughs of the routine, his smile brightening upon seeing him, but he didn’t stop dancing either, not until he reached the point of up to which he had learned. he panted lightly, looking over to his hyung, bouncing on over and taking hold of his hand. “hyung~! you’re still here!” he laid his head on the elder’s shoulder, nuzzling a little in affection. “would you mind watching me and giving me some pointers? i wanna get this routine to a presentable point as soon as possible!”