The Coupzi Files [Compilation]

Listen to Me

original story link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5718697

author: KayProm

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"HOONIE!?" Seungcheol yelled as he ran up and down the length of the sidewalk. Aish, where is this kid? The eldest dug his hands into his hair, tugging at the roots in his frustration. He lost him. He fucking lost Jihoon. He looked up and down the empty streets, searching for the silver haired boy, but didn't see a single soul. He took off in a sprint down an adjacent street, cuffing his hands around his mouth like a make-shift megaphone. "JIHOON!?"

3 Hours Earlier

Soonyoung rubbed his sore temples as he stared at their leader in disbelief. "Come on, hyung. We'll work on it more tomorrow--" he assured as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Or, later today since it's passed midnight." The rest of the group was already standing by the practice room door, anxious to go back to the dorm and sleep for a few hours, but it seemed Seungcheol was having none of it.

"You guys go ahead. I'm gonna practice more," their leader replied stubbornly before taking a swig from his water bottle. He was having trouble mastering the newest choreography Soonyoung had conjured up and had grown increasingly more frustrated at his mistakes. Because of this he was insisting that he should practice until he could get it right.

Lately Seventeen had been staying in the practice room during all hours of the day; working on their choreography, and music over and over and over again for their future performances. While it was draining work, they dutifully practiced until they were absolutely exhausted to the point of barely being able to move, before trudging back to the dorm rooms to sleep.

"Hyung--" Soonyoung began only to be cut off as the oldest member raised a hand to get him to stop talking.

"Go," the older assured, glancing between his tired dongsaengs. Soonyoung really didn't want to fight with him about this right now, and simply shrugged on his coat before walking towards the door where the other members were currently exiting. He glanced once more into the room and spotted Jihoon still standing in the middle of the room, as if debating whether to stay here with Seungcheol or go home.

"You coming, Jihoon?" he asked, stopping as he turned to the smaller boy.

"I'm gonna hang out here for a bit," he replied with a tired smile. He gestured his head to the open door, "Go on without me."

"Suit yourself," the older boy said as he walked out of the room, mumbling something about "the things we do for love."

After everyone had left, Jihoon glanced over to Seungcheol who was currently sitting on the floor, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Jihoon walked over and kicked the older lightly on the leg.

"You should have left with the others," Seungcheol said, looking up at the boy.

"I should say the same thing to you," he replied, earning a snort-of-a-laugh from Seungcheol. "Come on," Jihoon added, extending a hand down to the sitting boy. Seungcheol looked at his hand questioningly for a moment before looking back at Jihoon. "You said you wanted to practice. Let's practice."

The two continued working on the routine until they physically couldn't anymore and crashed in the middle of the floor on top of each other. Or rather, Seungcheol was on top of Jihoon, using the boys leg as a pillow like he had done so many times before.