( drop dead dancer )
the month of july feels kind of like itâs dragging on and on. maybe itâs because of the heat. maybe itâs because of the his roommates being gone. maybe itâs because this monthâs workshops are all about dancing and gitaek despite having been a trainee for a year and a half is not a dancer--yeah that one is probably the biggest reason.Â
like sure, heâs better than when he first started, but dancing is not his forte and he doesnât even really enjoy it. so much physical moving and sweating and generally itâs just exhausting. he rather be cooped up in a studio messing around with different tracks--or even just stuck watching someone else mess around. better than sweating off his body weight while repeating the same steps over and over until he could do them in his sleep. ugh.Â
the music finally stops and the teen finds himself dropping to the floor almost like a rag doll. his shirt coated in sweat and chest rising and falling rather quickly. wanting nothing more than to curl up and melt away.Â
his eyes land on someone else near by who--if he remembers right--is not much of a dancer either. someone newer than gitaek--having just started this year--but also older, who he actually likes to be around. âkit hyung..â he calls softly to @lgckit with a touch of a whine to his voice. the exhaustion in his veins making his shy nature recede just enough to be able to start a conversation. though the conversation isnât just small talk as he mutters a tired. âdo you think they would notice if we left?âÂ
