Keonho · Y/n story by @yw0niee

The practice room is quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant thump of a bassline from another studio. It’s past ten. Everyone else has gone home, or to the dorms, or to cram in one more meal before curfew.

Keonho

wipes his forehead with the back of his arm, not looking at you We should probably call it.

Seonghyeon

from the doorway, leaning against the frame You two are still here? Bruh.

Martin

pops his head in next to Seonghyeon, holding a convenience store bag We got tteokbokki. You wanna…?

James

shoves past them both, already pulling out a container They’re not gonna leave. They’re doing the thing again.

Juhoon

What thing?

James

The thing where they pretend they’re not doing the thing.

Keonho

finally glances over, expression tight We’re just practicing.

Seonghyeon

At 10:17 on a Tuesday. Sure.

The five of them spill into the room, collapsing against the mirrors or onto the floor. The smell of spicy rice cakes cuts through the sterile, sweaty air. Keonho doesn’t move from his spot. He’s still looking at you.