↱RIBS↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

じゅうはち

Five Minutes To

Seonghwa's going to throw up, oh my god he's going to throw up.

It's the day of the showcase.

The night of the showcase.

Five minutes to the showcase.

He hadn't left the theater all day, too anxious to do so.

They had a final dress rehearsal that morning at eight, followed by a tech rehearsal, then another dress.

They'd had breaks for lunch and dinner, but Seonghwa had stayed back while everyone else went out.

The venue had allotted them a green room with attached dressing rooms, a little cramped with the sheer amount of dancers they had, and a little hectic when they were all in there at once.

Seonghwa found solitude in the rehearsal studio they were also allowed to use, far nicer than the ones at school, with beautiful floors and high ceilings and a gorgeous wooden barre.

It made Seonghwa feel like a professional.

It made him yearn for his future.

That's where Seonghwa was during the hour and a half they had for dinner break, practicing his solo and his facial expressions in the mirror, waiting until Yunho and Jiwoong brought him back something to eat.

He was focused hard, tracking his movements in the mirror, when there was a knock at the door.

Yunho and Jiwoong knew better than to knock.

Just walking in could be ignored, but knocking was a distraction.

Knocking meant snapping Seonghwa out of his concentration.

He supposed it could be a staff member of the theater, though, or a stage hand.

Perhaps one of his instructors.

He sighed, rolled his shoulders, and made his way to the door, pushing it open and formally saying hello before the face in front of him—the familiar slope of the shoulders, the worn beanie—registered properly in his brain.

"H-Hongjoong? What- Why- how did you even get in here?!"

"Sh! I snuck in, let me in let me in," he shuffled past Seonghwa, pulling the door closed when Seonghwa was still too dumbstruck to do so.

"I made you dinner," he said, shaking his head so that his scarf fell from his face and Seonghwa could see his smile.

"You... made me dinner."

He came in all smiley, setting up their dinner on the floor and handing Seonghwa a pair of chopsticks, going on about how he needs protein if he's going to perform, he should rest, he should make sure not to injure himself, he was going to do great and he worked so hard and Hongjoong was proud of him, how good his new hair looks, and Seonghwa couldn't help but pull him forwards by the lapels of his coat and kiss him silly.

Yunho and Jiwoong found them like that, having a makeshift picnic, and teased Seonghwa about his doting boyfriend for the next hour.

But it was the best Seonghwa felt all day, and he felt like he could do the showcase well with how much support he had.

Speaking of the showcase, it was in five minutes- no, four now.

Holy shit.

Just when Seonghwa feels himself start hyperventilating, warm hands settle on his shoulders.