Melody//Minsung

two

(minho pictured above)

I groaned, wiping the sweat from my face as I once again stumbled during the transition from the pre-chorus to the chorus.

At this rate I would never get the dance perfect. I picked up my phone and restarted the song, hearing the familiar track Voices echo off the walls off the dim practice room.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I got into my starting position and began going through the choreography for the millionth time this evening.

Everything was going okay, until I got to the ball change that transitioned me from one part of the song to another where I, again, stumbled.

I yelled in frusturation as I pulled of the hat off of my head that had been holding my sweat drenched hair in place as I danced.

I walked over to where my phone was connected to the speaker and paused the song. I pulled my shirt away from my body and fanned my face, hoping to find some sort of relief from the sweaty heat that came with drilling a dance to perfection.

I had run out of water almost an hour ago, and didnt have the motivation to stop dancing and find more. I also knew that, if I walked outside the practice room there was a good chance Chan would find me and no doubt lecture me for working for so long without a break, which to be honset is a bit hypocritical since he is almost always up until the sun starts to rise writing lyrics or producing music in his studio.

I leaned against the wall, letting my knees buckle as I slid down to meet the cool wood flooring. A wave of dizziness washed over me, leaving me staring into the large mirror across from me as my reflection danced left and right, as if it was mocking me.

I didnt understand why the transition was so difficult for me to perfect, it wasnt like it was a hard move, it was quite simple actually. And I mean, I choreographed the freaking dance after all.

I yelled once more, throwing my hat at the mirrored wall and letting my upper body fall to the floor. My eyelidds drooped as my exhastion finally began to register with my body. I wanted nothing more than to go home and fall into my soft warm bed and sleep for eternity, but I had to get this dance perfect.

I pushed myself back up off of the floor, bracing myself against the wall as the pratice room spun for a moment. As I walked to the speaker, the door to the studio opened without me noticing.

"What are you doing up Minho." Chans voice echoed through the otherwise silent room. I sighed inwardly, knowing that my practice session was now over. There was no way Chan would let me keep rehearsing. I pasted a smile onto my face, hoping he wouldnt see through my facade.

"I could ask you the same hyung*." I said, grinning with hopes hed let me off of the hook.

"I was actually just finishing up, you should walk back with me. "

I knew I had no choice but to leave, but I decides to try and get away with another hour of practice anyway.

"I think I might stay for a bit longer and practice." I said, staring at the floor with hopes that he wouldnt question me. My prayers werent anwered.

"How long have you been practicing Min?" he asked, eyebrows raised, almost daring me to lie to him.

"A few hours I guess." I mumbled, shuffling my feet. Chan tsked and shook his head.

"What time did you get here Minho?" I looked up to meet his worry filled gaze.

"8 o'clock," I muttered.

"You'll have to speak up bub, I cant hear you." he said.

"I got hear at 8 o'clock." I said loud enough for him to hear while making eye contact with him only to see anger flash in his dark irises.

"Its 3 in the morning Minho! You been in here dancing for 7 hours!" Chan yelled causing me to flinch.

Chans face softened and he approached me, pulling me into a hug and rubbing my back. I tensed up at first, but relaxed into him as he spoke softly to me.

"Min, you need to stop over working yourself. Do you want to have another incident." he asked a loving but serious look on his face. 

I shuddered as I remembered waking up in a steril white room with those I loved surrounding me with tear filled eyes.

Chan hugged me tighter, pushing away bad memories and making me realize I was hurting myself again.

It was times like this that reminded me how much Chan cared for me. He was a father figure to me in many ways, always looking out and caring for me in ways my father was never around to do.

My eyes began to flutter shut as he ran his hands over my sore muscles. I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep.

"Can we go home Chan?" I questioned sleepily.

A soft smile illuminated Chans features as he nodded, already pulling me out of the studio and towards the front of the building.

"Of course bub, lets go home."

hello! a double update because i got insipred and why not! this chapter was definitely longer than the last and i hope that it was ok! ill have to go back and edit in the morning but rn im ready to fall asleep lol. i hope everyone reading this has a fantastic day/night!
~Bell<3