Trust

The Last Day

A/N: The picture above is not an exact outfit reference :) Also, wow, we're really nearing the end here... If I've got enough time, I'll upload the next chapter(s) a bit sooner than the usual Saturday. But for now: I hope you'll enjoy this one! Ly!🧡

I can already hear the music in San's and my flat as I stand in front of our door, key in my hand. It's Wonderland, the fifth song of our performance – and at the thought of having to perform the choreo to it in less than twenty-four hours, and in front of the jury for the admissions to the Festival of Lights, has a rush of adrenaline cursing through me.

I've been practicing a lot the past days, I really have – but right now, I'm starting to wonder whether that was enough. Or maybe it was too much, so much that my moves will look boring because I'm not paying proper attention anymore- God, I hate this. I feel almost as nervous as when I first auditioned here to get admitted to transfer.

And you've got an A+ on that audition, so there's really no need to be afraid of not being good enough, I try to tell myself while turning the key in the lock and opening the door.

San takes exactly this moment to sing along to the refrain in our kitchen: "neoneun yeogiseo meomchul tenga geutorok weonadeon geoshi yeogie oh... oh, hey Woo." He stops mid-dance, panting a bit, his chest heaving. "How was your day?"

"Long. Yours?"

"Short." San grins. Then his grin morphs into a rather downtrodden expression. "I wanted to practice a bit more before tomorrow, but all the studios at uni were booked."

"Really?"

"Mh."

"They should give us special access rights to the practice rooms." I frown. "Especially since there aren't that many groups performing tomorrow."

San nods in agreement. "I think it's eight groups in total.- But the thing with the studios, it's not that bad. I'm sure I could just ask Hongjoong-Hyung if I really needed a studio to practice in, but it works here too- Oh, if it disturbs you though, I can of course text and ask him!"

"It's fine." I find myself smiling involuntarily. "I wanted to practice a bit too, anyway." Lies. "Let's practice together."

San pauses and, tilting his head, squints at me. "Today is Monday...", he slowly states. "Isn't that the day where you've got your seminar in the morning and three dance classes after?"

I nod hesitantly.

"Then you shouldn't practice any more today", San tells me. "We're gonna eat first. And then, you go to bed and I- oh, I can use headphones to practice so I won't disturb you!"

"Can't you cuddle me to sleep?"

Shit. The nine hours I spent in uni today must have destroyed my inner filter on what to say and what only to think.