open!
the door opened, but june didn’t even notice at first. the dancer’s swift movements continued, almost as if they were in a trance, and if not for the mirrors in the practice room, they would’ve kept on dancing. as if they had noticed something feeling off, june suddenly stopped, not really paying any attention to who had entered, focusing more on being caught and interrupted. they weren’t mad, just a little surprised - though it sounded more as if they were almost annoyed by being barged in on. june didn’t mind having people watch them dance (actually, they loved that), just wanted people to knock first.
“did you need something?” their words were quiet, almost cold with a glance that looked a little intimidating, but the words themselves were neutral. walking to turn off the music, they ignored the other person to grab their water bottle before looking up.
