Kapitel 14: Fire (5)
It was 7 P.M. when Joon-woo left the practice room. Of course, he had it in him to do more, to go into the A.M.'s just to perfect his movements as best he could and that was his plan. But his plan was quickly foiled, as a familiar face caught him through the window of the practice room door. A face that twisted from a coolness to a face of concern.
"Aish… Joon-woo-ssi." Ryeo Hyun, "You're the last one left again…." He said, looking around Team One's empty practice room.
Joon-woo looked at Ryeo Hyun and shrugged. He was partly distracted by the sound of 'Fire' playing from his phone for probably the 100th time in the last few days. Everyone else had left, yes. But everyone else had every move down as best as they could. Joon-woo didn't and he had to stay. He had to stay because when tomorrow came, he would have to show something more than he showed on his audition.
Ryeo Hyun narrowed his gaze at Joon-woo, "You should give yourself a break." He suggested, standing at the door and looking at Joon-woo's clearly exhausted figure.
Joon-woo shook his head, "No, Hyung, I need to dance well for the trainers tomorrow…" He persisted.
Ryeo Hyun shook his head, "You're gonna dance fine. Right now you're just killing your body, not giving it a break." He explained, walking into the practice room to survey Joon-woo's state further. Joon-woo's movements were weak with overwork, his face too sweaty for his youth. Ryeo Hyun frowned.
Joon-woo shook his head, "It'll be fine, Hyung, I'll be fine." He persisted, a bit frustrated trying to get Ryeo Hyun off his case.
Resolutely Ryeo Hyun blew at his lips and marched over to Joon-woo. He stood over Joon-woo's phone and suddenly picked it up.
Surprised, Joon-woo flinched Ryeo Hyun's way. "Hyung…!" He called, surprised.
Ryeo Hyun paused the melodies of 'Fire' that Joon-woo was growing to hate.
"You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep this up. Your dance isn't as bad as you're making it out to be." Ryeo Hyun harshly said, not meaning to sound as such, but he was worried.
Joon-woo shook his head, because what would Ryeo Hyun know? Ryeo Hyun was never Ha-rin, Ryeo Hyun never had to cram choreography like it was his lifeline, Ryeo Hyun didn't know anything like Joon-woo. So why was he acting as such?
"Please give me my phone back, Ryeo Hyung." Joon-woo calmly requested.
"Joon-woo, you're gonna hurt yourself." Ryeo Hyun repeated.
"Ryeo Hyung, I just want to do this stage perfectly. Please give me my phone." Joon-woo said, attempting to reach it, but Ryeo Hyun, much taller, pulled it away.
"Joon-woo…"
"Why do you even care so much!" Joon-woo almost yelled, not wanting to catch the attention of the staff. "You don't know me, I don't know you, don't you see how ridiculous you're being!" He scolded, anger blinding the fact that Ha-rin was now in fact Joon-woo and considered younger than Ryeo Hyun.
Ryeo Hyun watched Joon-woo fall apart in front of him, trying to keep his mouth from going agape. He looked at Joon-woo, the 18 year old below him, and frowned.
"Because I was the same." Ryeo Hyun replied to Joon-woo's angry words, "Why do you think I'm 23 and on this show of 19-21 year olds? Joon-woo I hurt myself practicing like that." He admitted, more than he planned to, but it was too late now, wasn't it?
Joon-woo looked at Ryeo Hyun, anger dissipating from his face as he realized what his angry words had just done.
"Don't– Don't do that to yourself." Ryeo Hyun scolded hesitantly.
Joon-woo nodded, avoiding Ryeo Hyun's gaze. He looked down and said, "Yes. Sorry Hyung." He said, taking back his phone as Ryeo Hyun offered it.
And as if nothing had been said, Joon-woo put his phone in his tote bag, slanted along the wall, and stood. With Joon-woo's face devoid of emotion, he walked past the shocked-still Ryeo Hyun.
"I will see you tomorrow, then." Joon-woo said, voice and face devoid of emotion.
With that, Joon-woo disappeared through the doors, not even bothering to rehydrate himself. Not even batting an eye to Ryeo Hyun, who stood, looking at the door Joon-woo left through with a frown.
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Kite looked at Joon-woo suspiciously as he exited the facility. His face was suspiciously lacking reaction and Kite knew better. "What happened this time?" He asked, mostly as a joke.
Joon-woo waved his hand, "Nothing, nothing…"
Kite raised a brow, "You stopped practicing about five hours earlier than you said you were and you're too… unreactive-looking." It interrogated, flying by Joon-woo's side as they entered the Seoul streets.
"Don't press, please." Joon-woo begged without an ounce of care in his voice, "I just want to sleep right now." He said with a light chuckle.
Kite perched upon Joon-woo's shoulder, leaning into the pulse on his neck as if checking it. It ruffled it's feathers at Joon-woo's too fast pulse.
"Something happened." Kite said.
"Nothing important." Joon-woo replied, "Don't press."
Kite sighed, shaking his head and following Joon-woo the whole way home.
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