#c;0819

《 ★ @rktaeyxng 》 in a dorm full of twelve, with only two bathrooms, it’s surprising how they manage to fit everything in, including times for each of them to bathe. some days, yixing chooses to stop by a jjimjilbang or freshen up at the company. today, he thinks it’s a miracle that the bathrooms seem empty and clear for the taking. when he gets out, it’s a different story and more of the convex members seem to have come home. notably, he notices that taeyong’s come home from his newest photoshoot. 

《 ★ @seungcheolrk 》 when he enters the dorm, earphones still on, he moves through all the usual motions with ease. taking off his shoes, putting on slippers, training bag left at the side so he can take it into his room after getting a glass of water from the kitchen. it’s the moments after he comes back that he’s the most predictable. today has one small big exception. volume higher than safe for his eardrums, he’s still bopping his head along to the song by fondant fancy as he walks to the fridge. 

《 ★ @rkxroyal 》 the assignment for the month should have him locked in one of the dance practice rooms instead of strumming away at a guitar in one of the practice rooms designed more like a recording studio. there’s melodies, lyrics, rhythms, and beats he can’t keep out of his head. fingers than are more restless than his arms and legs, the ache to write or play overwhelming the ache to dance at the moment. putting the guitar to the side, he stretches his neck, groaning under his breath at how tense his muscles seemed. he might’ve been in the practice room longer than he thought. 

《 ★ @rkohsehun 》 when he first moved to korea, he was confused by the drink for the longest time. cider. isn’t it apples then? apples and cider were synonymous to him but he also thought of cider as alcohol so he went through weeks of his classmates talking about and drinking chilsung cider around him without yixing asking a single thing until he felt comfortable enough about being the new kid. it was meeting and having friends like sehun that built up yixing’s confidence back then and even now. 

unbeknownst to them, yixing relies on the convex members for his confidence. he doesn’t have to ask for it, doesn’t say much about it, but whenever he sees the other members, he feels it— he knows and feels that, as leader, he needs to be confident so he is. maybe he wouldn’t have gone a day not knowing what chilsung cider was when he was younger if he met all of the members back then. 

《 ★ @rkjinwook 》 laying on his bed, yixing’s mind is restless compared to the number of things they have to do as a group of twelve this month. more gifts are in the works and yixing likes the idea as much as if they came up with it themselves, although part of him is sad they didn’t have more input on it but they’re a rookie group, a group that’s lost a member within months, not even one hundred days, so he understands too. fingertips drumming against his chest, eyes closed, and a soft hum as he tries to lull himself to sleep for once. slumber isn’t as cooperative or proactive as he is and eyes open within five minutes.