#wskiha

Which is all to say, Jang Minho was probably the only attendant at the Yuseong Halloween Party who was excited and happy to see a spooky witch show up, share a spooky story, and disappear. He tried to see if he could find her again so she could teach him the choreography to the spooky girl group song, but she completely evaded him! He toddled around in his big dinosaur costume, trying to check underneath the snack table for any signs of witches. Unzipping his costume slightly, he poked his head out so he could see better ( and also, monch on some pretzels ). Even though he couldn’t find a witch, he did find Kiha looking super cute in his pink Stitch onesie! He ambled over to his favorite hyung excitedly.

“Hyung! Hyung, are you looking for the witch too? I can’t find her anywhere.”

     she’s fumbling down the stairs, arm loaded with paperwork and folders enough to reach her chin, the other is having trouble keeping the stack balanced as well as grabbing onto the railing of the stairs every now and then. she stumbles for a second, holding her breath to regain her balance. if she falls, she’s unsure if she’ll even be able to get up again. and it’s just her luck that the elevators had decided to stop working, on the day that she had the most files to transport. she loses her footing, unable to see the stairs below her as she stumble forward, half the pile slipping off and scattering around her, but she manages to catch herself and she leans up against the railing for dear life. 

whenever promotions came around, yurim found herself growing tired of performing the same song over and over again—in her defense, who wouldn’t?—which led to a growing desire to sing the songs that she wanted to sing. it’s how she finds herself at the yuseong building so late at night, walking towards the vocal rooms that she’s pretty sure will be empty. sure, there might be a few ambitious trainees, but she thinks anybody with a regular sleep schedule should be in bed by now. 

when she gets to the room, she’s surprised to find that it’s already occupied. her brain tells her that she could just walk back out and use another one, but this is her favorite vocal practice room, and she’s a little too tired to think properly so she just walks on in. this isn’t her first time seeing kiha around. actually, she thinks she sees kiha around all too frequently which shouldn’t be a surprise being under the same company and all, but the amount of times they’ve coincidentally bumped into one another has led to a blooming friendship. or something close to a friendship. 

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     their friendship had been a wholesome one, despite being almost polar opposites, their dynamic worked well together. he was the rock that miles had depended on for a while, ever since he was but a tiny child at age five. despite, having migrated several times, their friendship withstood the test of time and surprisingly, even the test of gradual change. although, not willing to show the vulnerability behind their friendship, miles always kept a close eye on the other, offering help, even if it sounded like a backhanded compliment more than anything. miles’ inept handling of anything more than a simple pat on the back was a milestone even he couldn’t properly comprehend. the cycle that washed his mundane reverie with compassion and care, something he was not able to fully grasp had become somewhat, tangible. finally. 

     and here he was, sprawled across the practice room floor, on his back as arms wave about in the air, attempting to memorise the choreography. it had only been ten minutes, and he was already tired, there was no way he would be able to embody ladybug without appearing way more aggressive than necessary. arms, finally falling to his sides, “i think my inner ladybug was killed when the fire nation attacked.” he lets out a defeated sigh, allowing his gaze to fall onto his current dance mentor @wskiha​. the one and only. if miles was to ask anyone for choreography help related to ladybug, kiha was his go to. miles had planned on winging the entire performance based on a single flick through of the dance practice, but had ultimately rethought his decision to give people yet, another opportunity to humiliate him. 

Yet here he was. 

His chest felt tight with shame, like an iron fist clenched tightly around his heart and lungs until they squeezed all the air out of him. He hadn’t felt like this since he realized those trainees weren’t laughing with him, but at him. Pretty, mocking faces curving up in giggles every time he failed to fit perfectly into the synchronicity the dance trainer demanded from them. He had cried then, secretly, curled up and hiding until his parents had gone to bed. 

He had thought the evaluation had gone well. Gone great! Kiha hyung had helped him work through his My Pace lines and choreo, sweet and encouraging and earnest. He had been so confident; he would march up to his hyung afterward and share how amazing it had gone! Instead, the trainers had been upset with him, pointing out every late movement, asking why he hadn’t practiced more if he was going to drag everyone else in the group down. 

Knocking on the door to the Phoenix dorm, he shifted on his feet, replaying every criticism in his head. He hadn’t been able to look at anyone after, staring at his shoes until he was able to shuffle out of the practice room. The disappointed stares would have been too much. He knocked again, throat tight. “Kiha hyung, are you home?”