31 day short fic challenge: January - 05. Gladness - Jongup
Title: 05. Gladness - Jongup
Fandom: Kpop (B.A.P)
Pairing: none
Word count: 416
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
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Jongup stands in front of the mirror in the practice room. If he were to look to his right, he'd see a huge wall of windows, looking out over Seoul. If he looked to his left, he'd see a wall, plastered in posters. Behind him, the wall is covered in shelves, with windows along the top, and a door. But he doesn't look anywhere but in the mirror.
It's dark outside, most everyone in the building has gone home, save a few producers and a handful of other people. But he's here because he's not ready to stop dancing. Sometimes he stays late because he's struggling with the routine and sometimes he stays late because he wants to. Tonight is the latter.
January means depression and loneliness, it means cold weather and darkness when he leaves for the studio and again on his trip home. Dancing is his rebellion against winter, against the blues. A friend once told him that exercise alters his brain chemistry and even if he's not entirely sure he believes that, he knows that dancing is exercise and he feels better after he's been dancing.
He pulls out his iPod, finds the playlist he wants and cues it up. He sets the iPod in the speaker/charger on the floor and hits play. The first two tracks are slow, his warm up. He stretches, though he's not as tight as normal, he'd been dancing an hour or so ago, before dinner. He's spent hours perfecting this playlist. Sometimes he gets through it all, sometimes he doesn't -- it doesn't matter as long as he dances.
The songs get progressively more upbeat and he dances harder. Some of the songs have routines, some of them he keeps on there so he can make up his own. The playlist is two hours long and by the time he reaches the end, he's ready to collapse. But he feels happy and relaxed as he gathers his things.
He showers before heading out into the cold wintery night. He stops at a shop by his metro stop, buying food, and hums to himself as he waits for the train. He's glad he stayed late, even if the weather has taken a turn for the bitter cold. He feels refreshed and all of his worries and depression seem a distant memory.
He might have to repeat the process the next night, but that's okay. He's happy to keep dancing until he feels better -- because it always works.
Fandom: Kpop (B.A.P)
Pairing: none
Word count: 416
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
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Jongup stands in front of the mirror in the practice room. If he were to look to his right, he'd see a huge wall of windows, looking out over Seoul. If he looked to his left, he'd see a wall, plastered in posters. Behind him, the wall is covered in shelves, with windows along the top, and a door. But he doesn't look anywhere but in the mirror.
It's dark outside, most everyone in the building has gone home, save a few producers and a handful of other people. But he's here because he's not ready to stop dancing. Sometimes he stays late because he's struggling with the routine and sometimes he stays late because he wants to. Tonight is the latter.
January means depression and loneliness, it means cold weather and darkness when he leaves for the studio and again on his trip home. Dancing is his rebellion against winter, against the blues. A friend once told him that exercise alters his brain chemistry and even if he's not entirely sure he believes that, he knows that dancing is exercise and he feels better after he's been dancing.
He pulls out his iPod, finds the playlist he wants and cues it up. He sets the iPod in the speaker/charger on the floor and hits play. The first two tracks are slow, his warm up. He stretches, though he's not as tight as normal, he'd been dancing an hour or so ago, before dinner. He's spent hours perfecting this playlist. Sometimes he gets through it all, sometimes he doesn't -- it doesn't matter as long as he dances.
The songs get progressively more upbeat and he dances harder. Some of the songs have routines, some of them he keeps on there so he can make up his own. The playlist is two hours long and by the time he reaches the end, he's ready to collapse. But he feels happy and relaxed as he gathers his things.
He showers before heading out into the cold wintery night. He stops at a shop by his metro stop, buying food, and hums to himself as he waits for the train. He's glad he stayed late, even if the weather has taken a turn for the bitter cold. He feels refreshed and all of his worries and depression seem a distant memory.
He might have to repeat the process the next night, but that's okay. He's happy to keep dancing until he feels better -- because it always works.