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The thought of sharing a practice room with another member for the entire day almost made his skin crawl. Not because he disliked any of his members, other than the fact he was unhappy with Mars at the moment and he’d rather swallow rocks than speak with him, but because he was very much a creature of habit. Minkyu has his own, perfectionist way, of doing things. It’s his own routine, and having another member there wanting to give input would almost be worse than not being able to use the room at all. Outside of a group setting, he’d rather practice alone.

Immediately as Hyuck began to open containers, he licked at his lips, looking over the taller man’s shoulder at what he’d brought. Tonkatsu. As much as he tried not to eat many fried foods for his health, even he could be weak to the smell of fried chicken. He had to admit, the other member knew him well.

“It smells really good,” he commented, taking a seat with crossed legs on the practice room floor, helping the man take some other containers and cutlery out of the bag. “Did you eat before coming here?” By the time he questioned he already had taken a lid off a container, biting at the still warm chicken held between his chopsticks.

if hyuck opened up twitter and scrolled through a few p.s. accounts for an understanding of what their fans thought of him, he would find an overwhelming amount calling him twentytwenty’s mom. it came from a series of things, but it was definitely a narrative summit media adored to broadcast. he didn’t love the comparisons, but he supposed he could see where people drew them from. his regular attempts to wrangle his members, specifically kyuu, into healthy eating habits, did remind him of how his mom had to wrangle the twins. he finished opening all the boxes of food, uncapping one bottle of water for himself.

watching kyuu eat reminded him of all the comments from fans about how their sweet princely boyfriend han minkyu ate so well. he had wanted to snort the first time he heard it, but it was nice for kyuu to actually eat a meal rather than attempt to photosynthesize, or whatever it was he thought he could do instead of eating for energy. 

“thanks, it’s my mom’s recipe.” it was one of the first things he got a hang of cooking, other than ramen and making rice in a rice cooker. he put the water bottle down, sitting across from kyuu on the floor. “i taste-tested while i was cooking.” 

It was very much in character for Hyuck to show up to Minkyu’s practice unannounced, a bag of food for him in hand, ready to make sure he hadn’t forgotten to eat. The performance leader almost felt silly for even asking why he was here, eyes instantly landing on the predictable containers he’d brought with him. Barely second passed before the smell soon followed. Whatever he’d brought with him, it had to be good. It always was.

Shrugging at his question, Minkyu hoped that his group member couldn’t hear the way his stomach began to grumble with the food nearby.

“It’s the first time someone hasn’t tried to kick me out since we got here, I’d be an idiot not to take the opportunity,” he admitted honestly. Being asked to leave the practice rooms by Atlas artists was something that he really been getting up his nose lately, the only exception to the rule being SNC’s Odum who had offered to share the room with him earlier that week. The kind gesture almost caused his frustrations to tip over in the form of tears, not that he was ever going to admit that to Hyuck, or anyone else in twentytwenty. Han Minkyu doesn’t cry.

Still, he hadn’t really answered Hyuck’s question as he walked over to his duffelbag, picking up his sweat towel to dab at his forehead and neck, before taking a long drink of his water. Nodding at the bag, he spoke again. “What did you bring?”

hyuck wasn’t sure what summit would have done if atlas and kmg hadn’t offered their practice rooms and dorms for the displaced artists to live in. probably spent an absurd amount of money on hotel rooms and booking sparsely available practice rooms until they un-flooded the building. he walked over towards where kyuu’s stuff sat, placing the bag down by his things. delivering food to kyuu to peer pressure him into eating at least a few meals a day distinctly reminded hyuck of dragging his sisters out of bed to eat breakfast in the morning. 

it wasn’t surprising to hear kyuu had been kicked out of practice rooms lately. the atlas artists got priority claim to the rooms and, while there were a number to choose from, there were enough artists and trainees vying for a practice room for there to be clashes. one would assume the rooms were big enough that it could be shared, but some people really loved to have their own bubble when it came to practice. 

“it’s been like that for this long?” he frowned, lips pressing together in a thin line. “maybe coming in with another member would cut down how likely they are to try and kick you out?” 

he reached down to take out the dinner box he had put together as well as another bottle of water. “tonkatsu and some side dishes.” he didn’t love frying food, but he always thought tonkatsu was the best thing to open a lunch box to. 

Ever since Minkyu had been told about the vacation every idol in the Big Three was being forced to take, he wanted to go home. If there was one thing the twentytwenty members knew about their performance leader, is that he hates downtime. It’s a waste, and you could be doing so much more rather than lounging around or relaxing. Sure, sometimes downtime is needed as to avoid burnout or becoming sick, which would in the end hurt more than taking a few days here and there. But, the fact they were branding this trip as work? Pathetic.

Finally, as they headed home Minkyu had been looking forward to getting back into the dance studio, knowing there was choreography to be worked on. He’d been in the recording studio recently trying to work on tracks for his own, solo release, and you could never be too early to think about what you can do to make the performance the best it can be. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t make it that far, finding out about pipes busting in the Summit Media building before they even made it to the doorstep.

This is how he became startled with the door to the Atlas Record practice room being opened. Minkyu was on edge knowing he could be kicked out at any moment. It was however a surprise to see one of his own members walking through the unfamiliar door. “Can I help you?” He questioned with a raised brow, the music played through the speakers sounding loudly through the room. @vldhyuck​

life was a sitcom and summit was the butt of the joke. 

the past month truly felt like a shared fever dream. the high of the joy and relaxation of the jeju island trip quickly evaporated as they received news of summit flooding. actually flooding. hyuck didn’t even need to turn on social media to know netizens were likely making memes and jokes over one of the richest entertainment companies in south korea flooding. hyuck would have believed it was a belated april fools prank if not for how quickly all the summit idols and trainees were shuffled into atlas and kmg dorms. he felt distinctly jealous of iota for moving out just months ago. 

it could be worse, he thought. the flooding could have happened while they were in the building. he could have lost all his pants like gyumin did. 

oh but worse it did get. well. he supposed it was a matter of perspective, but walking onto the chocolate music video filming set and seeing their CEO, all styled and made up to cameo in the mv, was not a surprise hyuck had wanted. he felt like a child getting a ‘fun surprise birthday present’ he didn’t want. luckily, hyuck was an adult now and grew out of his childhood habit of biting people who upset him. after filming had ended for the day (thank god), he went back to the dorm with his members, noticing a distinct absence of their prickly performance leader. looking at clock and sighing, he ventured to the atlas practice rooms, dinner in hand. for all of kyuu’s ambition and drive, the younger idol frequently forgot to eat. 

he lifted the bag of food he had packed. “i figured you were here practicing late and probably didn’t eat. how long have you been here?”

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“We’re too old to believe in Santa Claus anyway.” Or in many other things, and it wasn’t her heartbreak talking, she just simply believed that they had reached an age when they really couldn’t pretend to be naive anymore. It was nice that the bridge existed, it was a beautiful place, but they really couldn’t go there and expect to see the nymphs. “That sounds like a good plan. Maybe we can go to the museum tomorrow, I heard the cups of the world are interesting.”

That made her smile. The twins were like her own sisters, having grown up together, and it didn’t surprise her that they had given him a list. “Get them chocolate, it’s delicious here.” It had been a while since they had spent a day together all the family, but maybe they could find a good day for it. It was weird that, in all their years as friends, their mothers’ schedules never matched, and even less now that her own mom was going on a trip. If Saeun cared enough, she would joke about their mothers avoiding each other. “We should do something nice, like taking them out for dinner to a nice place.”

“a little bit too old. remember when the twins tried to fake believing in santa for a little longer because my dad told them santa only delivered presents to true believers?” it had been cute, and hyuck as a doting older brother only helped them perpetuate their “true belief” in santa claus for the whole holiday season. they would like the idea of the nymph bridge, he thought. at least dohee would. “that would be fun. reminds me of drinking tea at the cherry blossom festival.”

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      Taejoon walked around the corner of a kitchen with a start, not realizing that Hyuck was already there. He should’ve known, but he was a bit absent-minded at the moment, and he made a quiet noise of surprise as he came face to face with the tall boy. He clutched his chest and sighed. “Hyung, you scared me.” He half pouted, but not able to keep the smile off his face, knowing he was the scaredy cat. “Are you making dinner already?” Most of them relied on Hyuck for dinner, but he liked helping out as much as he could when he wasn’t cooking one of his own dishes. Honestly, a lot of the dishes he made back home took a long time and were more chaotic in a smaller dorm area, so he was really appreciative Hyuck was there and they could always brainstorm.

        “Lemme help.” He said, with a little bounce in his step as he went over to the fridge to look inside. “Did you already think of something, or should we rotate some of their favorites again?” He wasn’t picky, mainly because his parents made food and he was expected to eat it. Plus, he ate lots of healthy food growing up thanks to being on a farm with all the fresh produce, so he was used to it. However, living with twelve other boys in a dorm where they tried not to get takeout as much, brought up a lot of issues. Who liked what. Who wouldn’t eat certain ingredients. After three years, he likes to think him and more specifically Hyuck have figured it out pretty well, all while maintaining everyone’s needs and preferences. He turned back to the older boy and looked at him expectantly. He didn’t smell anything yet, so he hoped he didn’t miss it. 

dinner with thirteen members is a fiasco at best. while hyuck was sure fans loved the idea of all thirteen of them coming together to have a full-out family dinner every night, schedules and food tastes often left that type of event to happen about as often as mars and gyumin fighting. still, hyuck made big portions of meals and often left a note for the members to help themselves until it was gone, under the belief whoever ate last would at least help clean. hopefully. he was in the middle of taking out a box of black bean sauce from the fridge, when he turned and came face to face with taejoon. the vocal team maknae was cute in a way that seemed reserved for younger brothers and the youngest members of an idol group. the pout in his voice was one hyuck had become incredibly familiar with on gyumin’s during their trainee years. “sorry, taejoon-ah. i’m making jajangmyeon.” he glanced towards the stove.