Some days were easier than others when it came to vocal lessons. While he understood that everyone had their off days, there was always that voice nagging in the back of his mind, We both know they could do better. His critical nature was as much of a downfall as it was of great help to him, and today it was most likely the latter as he was coaching Dasom. “Do we want to try that again?” Ohkyung asked, trying to leave any over-harshness out of his voice.

bobby was doing what he did best: minding his own business, sleeves of his sweatshirt pulled down over his hands. sure, it was the middle of june and the temperature had been steadily climbing, but he’d left early that morning, when the sun hadn’t fully come out yet, and the chill had yet to leave his bones. out of nowhere, he felt the sudden weight of a small human -- at least compared to him -- jumping on his back. he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it had to be dasom. thankfully, he didn’t have his spaghetti arms anymore -- he’d worked hard for his biceps, okay? without a second thought, he grabbed the backs of her thighs to support her weight, shifting her a little higher on his back so she wouldn’t fall. “one of these days, i’m going to accidentally drop you, dasomie,” he warned, but the smile never left his face. // @rvdasom​