Of Practice Rooms and Kimbap
Title: Of Practice Rooms and Kimbap
Fandoms: Exo, f(x)
Characters: Sehun, Krystal
Pairing: (Platonic) Sestal
Rating: G
Summary: This was not what Oh Sehun singed-up for.
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 706
based on the statement Krystal made on Weekly Idol
Oh Sehun was only a trainee of two years, trying his best to survive in the harsh entertainment world he has yet to discover, one of the many people having dreams to become famous with ambitions in their mind. He’s no Jongin, who has a very sophisticated dancing skills he could be the main dancer on SM’s newest boy group (if ever they decided to debut a new group). He’s no Kyungsoo either, that could sing beautifully despite being a nervous-wreck half of the time.
He’s just Sehun, a (kind of) decent dancer with a pretty face (they said) and little bit of potential.
He wondered what he was actually doing in one of the company’s practice rooms that late -the clock showed that it was 1AM. Resting his back on the wooden floor with droplets of sweats visible on his face, Sehun contemplated on what he should do. No, he didn’t want to go home yet since the dance he had been practicing for was not perfected and he couldn’t afford having too much of a gap between his score and Jongin’s on the next weekly evaluation. But all of his joints were not helping him, my body hurts so much.
Deciding on another 5 minutes break, Sehun wiped all the sweat on his body before gulping all the water left on his bottle. He let out a refreshed sigh and went back to lie on the floor once again because the coldness of it actually relieved his body pains.
The company’s building was mostly empty, except for a few rooms upstairs full with hard-working sunbaes (or they just don’t have anything better to do when there’s no schedule, but Sehun knew better to actually speak his mind) and when Sehun heard footsteps approaching his room he turned alert. He was fairly sure it was not some other trainees for the last time he saw one it was 11PM and it was Joonmyeon who left the last (before him, off course). He actually hoped it was not some out-of-this-world being or he would never be able to set his footsteps on this particular practice room anymore because being alone always has it perks, but then he remembered ghosts are not supposed to have footsteps and the heart of Oh Sehun was calmer, at least on the outside that was what was shown.
When the door to his room was opened his heart skipped a bit before he has the courage to turn his head towards the door and when he saw a girl standing there he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. A sudden gush of relief ran in his body along with a sense of familiarity.
“Oh, Sehun oppa!” The girl said with an excited tone despite her hushed voice, “you haven’t done practicing?”
With a reluctant voice Sehun answered (because he was still awkward addressing her with “sunbae” when she’s actually younger but honorifics are important in this industry, right?), “Ah, yes, Krystal-sunbaenim, can I help you with something, or..?”
Feeling the rather awkward tension, Krystal begged him not to call her “sunbaenim” for obvious reasons. Then a few customary conversation was shared, how’s f(x)’s schedule? They’re tiring right? Yes and I’m on a tight diet but I crave things too much, how’s training? Nothing special, etc.
With a little glint of hope, Krystal started to actually tell Sehun her purpose, “Actually, oppa, can you do me a favor?”
And when Sehun saw the tiredness of her face with a hint of sincerity and a little too much hope, he just couldn’t find himself not to agree to whatever was asked and when he knew she actually only needed his help to buy some kimbap because she didn’t want to get caught cheating off her diet he let a small laugh and an “Okay, I’ll help you” was out in the air.
It was half past 1 AM and the only kimbap available was the ones from the 24/7 convenient store across the company but when Sehun saw how happily Krystal enjoyed the said food in the practice room it was enough to make all the strength in him come back, it feels good to help an old friend.
Fandoms: Exo, f(x)
Characters: Sehun, Krystal
Pairing: (Platonic) Sestal
Rating: G
Summary: This was not what Oh Sehun singed-up for.
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 706
based on the statement Krystal made on Weekly Idol
Oh Sehun was only a trainee of two years, trying his best to survive in the harsh entertainment world he has yet to discover, one of the many people having dreams to become famous with ambitions in their mind. He’s no Jongin, who has a very sophisticated dancing skills he could be the main dancer on SM’s newest boy group (if ever they decided to debut a new group). He’s no Kyungsoo either, that could sing beautifully despite being a nervous-wreck half of the time.
He’s just Sehun, a (kind of) decent dancer with a pretty face (they said) and little bit of potential.
He wondered what he was actually doing in one of the company’s practice rooms that late -the clock showed that it was 1AM. Resting his back on the wooden floor with droplets of sweats visible on his face, Sehun contemplated on what he should do. No, he didn’t want to go home yet since the dance he had been practicing for was not perfected and he couldn’t afford having too much of a gap between his score and Jongin’s on the next weekly evaluation. But all of his joints were not helping him, my body hurts so much.
Deciding on another 5 minutes break, Sehun wiped all the sweat on his body before gulping all the water left on his bottle. He let out a refreshed sigh and went back to lie on the floor once again because the coldness of it actually relieved his body pains.
The company’s building was mostly empty, except for a few rooms upstairs full with hard-working sunbaes (or they just don’t have anything better to do when there’s no schedule, but Sehun knew better to actually speak his mind) and when Sehun heard footsteps approaching his room he turned alert. He was fairly sure it was not some other trainees for the last time he saw one it was 11PM and it was Joonmyeon who left the last (before him, off course). He actually hoped it was not some out-of-this-world being or he would never be able to set his footsteps on this particular practice room anymore because being alone always has it perks, but then he remembered ghosts are not supposed to have footsteps and the heart of Oh Sehun was calmer, at least on the outside that was what was shown.
When the door to his room was opened his heart skipped a bit before he has the courage to turn his head towards the door and when he saw a girl standing there he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. A sudden gush of relief ran in his body along with a sense of familiarity.
“Oh, Sehun oppa!” The girl said with an excited tone despite her hushed voice, “you haven’t done practicing?”
With a reluctant voice Sehun answered (because he was still awkward addressing her with “sunbae” when she’s actually younger but honorifics are important in this industry, right?), “Ah, yes, Krystal-sunbaenim, can I help you with something, or..?”
Feeling the rather awkward tension, Krystal begged him not to call her “sunbaenim” for obvious reasons. Then a few customary conversation was shared, how’s f(x)’s schedule? They’re tiring right? Yes and I’m on a tight diet but I crave things too much, how’s training? Nothing special, etc.
With a little glint of hope, Krystal started to actually tell Sehun her purpose, “Actually, oppa, can you do me a favor?”
And when Sehun saw the tiredness of her face with a hint of sincerity and a little too much hope, he just couldn’t find himself not to agree to whatever was asked and when he knew she actually only needed his help to buy some kimbap because she didn’t want to get caught cheating off her diet he let a small laugh and an “Okay, I’ll help you” was out in the air.
It was half past 1 AM and the only kimbap available was the ones from the 24/7 convenient store across the company but when Sehun saw how happily Krystal enjoyed the said food in the practice room it was enough to make all the strength in him come back, it feels good to help an old friend.