#berowoon

noel would say he’s pretty good at not getting himself into embarrassing situations. noel is a man who thinks, considers his actions. he’s not clumsy, he’s good at avoiding embarrassing situations. practice had ended, he’d have to work later, but for now he should get home, shower, and see if he could find time to go for a walk with his dog, or maybe that has to be pushed to after work. he looks at his phone, a lot of messages, like always, but he kinda sucks at replying back.

he looks up, his feet sliding across the ice, he tries to stop sliding around, but he’s sliding around like hell, he’s a live action version of bambi on ice. a shriek leaves his mouth, but he continues gliding around. he falls to the ground, his butt touches the cold ice, he stands up, but he’s not standing for much more than a second before his feet slip again and he’s once again sitting on the ice. 

frustration was a feeling minjae knew well enough, it’d been her friend during her whole figure skating career and it had followed her like a loyal companion even now that she’d decided to pursue a new aspiration. usually, she was the one experiencing that feeling every time she tried — and tried again — to get better at singing and writing lyrics, not necessarily because she was bad but rather because it was hard to turn raw talent into something usable when she’d never even considered it for the past several years of her life. while music had been a constant in her life, she was a lot better at following its rhythm with her body rather than with her voice and words.

the same, yet opposite struggle she was now seeing in her friend, as min was trying to teach rowoon a choreograph she’d come up with to help him improve his dancing skills. just like all the other times where he had been the one to help her get better at singing, she was trying to return the favor, showing him over and over again how to perform the steps just like he’d once spent a whole week trying to teach her how to reach a higher key with her voice. minjae remembered feeling so frustrated back then she’d almost thrown the microphone against the door — if she hadn’t, it’d been just because rowoon had been patient with her. the same patience she was now trying to offer him, no matter how much time they’d spent in the dancing room she’d rented for the afternoon.

< w. @berowoon >

the holidays can be hard for anyone. things happen, things have already happened; sometimes it's starting anew around this time of year. sometimes its recovering through the holidays. stevie gets it, to some degree. compared to last year, things feel easier.

but he knows that sometimes, it's never easy. that it's hard and difficult and sometimes a little bit of support is a nice salve to smooth over pain. even if it's temporary.

stevie's sneakers scuff against the ground, adjusting the phone against his ear as it rings. he hums a tune under his breath, eyes trailing over mindlessly over his surroundings; flashes a smile to someone passing, one hand shoved into his pocket as he waits for the phone to pick up. if rowoon doesn't, then-- that's fine too. stevie won't mind. he'll shoot him a text and leave the opportunity to hang out as whenever rowoon wants.