↱FLORAL FOR YOU↲ ⇾woosan⇽

Cyclamen

*＊✿❀ｃｙｃｌａｍｅｎ(愛ぴ卸)❀✿＊*

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The members were in the corner of the practice room joking about San's current obsession with turtlenecks.

It was all lighthearted and fun.

San wanted to laugh alongside them because, really, who the hell dances in winter attire?

Someone who was covering every inch of skin in fear his friends would spot the Hanahaki induced blemishes, that was who.

Wooyoung clapped his hands, gaining everyone's attention.

Today was an unsupervised dance practice, which meant that the members who learned the choreography first would be the ones in charge.

Those were, in San's humble opinion, the most productive sessions as they polished all of their moves through incessantly repeating the choreography.

In conclusion, they would dance until they broke.

Ateez as a whole were recognized and praised for their intricate and original choreography.

It wasn't a secret that it was incredibly tiring and the fact that on top of nailing the dance, they had stable live vocals that made it more admirable.

With every comeback, the pressure of reaching and surpassing those standards increased.

Usually, San could take that pressure and mold it into energy and passion.

Normally, he could keep up with the physical challenges and not dwindle a mere 40 minutes into practice.

Consistently, he could be the member who encouraged the others with his sweet smile and conviction.

But recently, the simplest movements zapped his limbs and left his muscles spasming with effort.

Practice was no different.

San's heart was in his throat, his feet too heavy to lift from the ground, and his steps uncoordinated.

He was missing beats, struggling to locate his position and feeling the worried gazes of his friends on him.

"Let's take a ten-minute break, yeah?" Wooyoung said as they finished their ninth run-through.

Wooyoung went to stand beside San, handing him a water bottle.

"Take it easy today, you're not looking too good." The ever-so-protective Wooyoung mode was on.

"I know my limits, Woo," San hissed, taking the water bottle and gulping it down to stop himself from saying something stupid.

Wooyoung wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, stalling.

"I know you do... but if you need to go home, tell me and I'll arrange it."

San nodded, feeling bad for how harsh he had been with his muse.

"Okay."