you can lean right here.
@tenrk
in an unsurprising turn of events, seungcheol actually really loves their debut anniversary song. it’s kind of funky, vibrant in a more boyish way than their debut and first comeback title tracks. honestly, he’s a little worried about the oldest members doing such a youthful concept ( not that they’re old! just not as young as him and ten… god, he’s always digging himself deeper holes ), but inside, he’s really excited. the choreography looks incredibly difficult to him from the few sessions they’ve had so far but at the moment, he’s focusing on the lyrics. he likes to learn every word, not just his own, to help him follow the beat and melody when he dances and later, when they perform it live. ( though he’s not sure how many opportunities they’ll get to perform this for an audience. after all, it’s not going to be a regular promoted comeback and who knows what sphere have tucked under their sleeve. )
“hey!” he greets with a bright smile, entering the practice room to find ten already here. he drops his bag at the side, abandoning his printed lyrics to approach the younger. “how are you doing? are you practising the new song?” he bites his tongue, stops himself from offering to leave if ten wants to practice alone. he needs to stop doubting himself. surely ten won’t mind him being here. right? “I’ve been trying to learn the whole song. I’ve got my bits down, I think? I keep accidentally doing yien’s in our bridge, though.” he laughs softly, running a hand through his hair.
ten’s exhausted. but, when is he not? he’s sat with his back against the mirrored wall of the practise room, a bottle of water clutched between his hands and his head leant back, trying to catch a breath in between practising the choreo, despite already knowing it so well he could dance it in his sleep. his body aches, and his stomach growls, nudging some guilt forward in ten’s mind. he ignores it, pushes it away, and takes another few gulps of his water, before capping it and stretching his legs out, letting himself slide a little down the mirror until he’s pretty much laying on the floor with his head resting up against the wall, chin tucked down against his chest in a very unflattering way.
then, the door opens and his eyes flit over to see who it is. he relaxes when he spots seungcheol, smiling a small smile and pushing himself slowly back up to lean against the wall. “hi cheollie.” ten replies quietly, falling into an easy calmness - seungcheol always makes ten feel a lot less wound up like a spring. “i was practising the dance, yeah.” he pats the floor beside him, indicating for seungcheol to sit.