A Typical Day [writing]
Title: A Typical Day
Focus: EeTeuk
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Happy birthday, bokchil!! n_n; I hope you like it enough? I tried...
Your typical days are wrapped in work, trying to make it from one appointment to the next. First it's breakfast with the managers, going over the weekly schedule, catching up on everyone's progress, monitoring recent performances and rehearsals. Afterwards, you leave to get your hair done, ready for whatever event you've got scheduled. If there isn't one, then it's straight to dance practice, drilling, rehearsal. This is perhaps the longest part of your day, but practice makes perfect, and you are Angel-Teuk: perfection at its core. There's a fifteen minute allowance for break here, but some days you don't take one at all, allowing ShinDong or HanKyung or DongHae to help you with the complicated steps to the latest set of choreography or asking for tips from YehSung, RyeoWook and Kyuhyun on how to improve your singing. Then there are days you can't help but indulge in a game of tag with the others, even if HeeChul's idea of tag is something akin to a pinch on the ass. Then it's dinner - some days you're lucky enough to get a lunch, some days you go without - and even then there's no rest. Last minute changes to your schedule for the day, the week, the month are discussed with the managers, an inspection of everyone's recent conduct on the various programs you all appear on made. You struggle to show them that, despite your sleepy eyes, it was no mistake making you leader; you know how to take care of your brood. At night you sit across HyukJae on SuKiRa, keeping your energy up with several cups of coffee, dancing, singing, laughing. Then you go home.
Your early mornings (it's not exactly fair to call them nights, with how late you get in) are wrapped up in KangIn - his rough kisses that always escalate into something more, his wandering hands, his powerful hips thrusting up against yours. And finally - finally - you fall into a dreamless sleep, undisturbed, still tightly enclosed in the younger man's arms, until the start of the next day.
Focus: EeTeuk
Word Count: 345
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Happy birthday, bokchil!! n_n; I hope you like it enough? I tried...
Your typical days are wrapped in work, trying to make it from one appointment to the next. First it's breakfast with the managers, going over the weekly schedule, catching up on everyone's progress, monitoring recent performances and rehearsals. Afterwards, you leave to get your hair done, ready for whatever event you've got scheduled. If there isn't one, then it's straight to dance practice, drilling, rehearsal. This is perhaps the longest part of your day, but practice makes perfect, and you are Angel-Teuk: perfection at its core. There's a fifteen minute allowance for break here, but some days you don't take one at all, allowing ShinDong or HanKyung or DongHae to help you with the complicated steps to the latest set of choreography or asking for tips from YehSung, RyeoWook and Kyuhyun on how to improve your singing. Then there are days you can't help but indulge in a game of tag with the others, even if HeeChul's idea of tag is something akin to a pinch on the ass. Then it's dinner - some days you're lucky enough to get a lunch, some days you go without - and even then there's no rest. Last minute changes to your schedule for the day, the week, the month are discussed with the managers, an inspection of everyone's recent conduct on the various programs you all appear on made. You struggle to show them that, despite your sleepy eyes, it was no mistake making you leader; you know how to take care of your brood. At night you sit across HyukJae on SuKiRa, keeping your energy up with several cups of coffee, dancing, singing, laughing. Then you go home.
Your early mornings (it's not exactly fair to call them nights, with how late you get in) are wrapped up in KangIn - his rough kisses that always escalate into something more, his wandering hands, his powerful hips thrusting up against yours. And finally - finally - you fall into a dreamless sleep, undisturbed, still tightly enclosed in the younger man's arms, until the start of the next day.