sweat, falling.
limbs, stretching.
voice, grunting.
hoseok pulled his leg over his head as far as it would go, resting his foot on his hand on the ballet barre. he sighed and put his head down, staring at his foot in point shoes which would no doubt be covered in bruises, blisters and calluses. he sighed again, placing his leg down and feeling the muscles in his calf re-align. he sat on the floor and untied his laces, pulling the shoes off and the feet protectors. he pulled up his stocking and inspected the damage. blisters to the sides and front's of his feet and red raw toes. he wrapped a bandage around his ankle before standing and making his way out of the door, going down a few hallways before stopping at the reception.
"leaving now hoseok?"
"yeah jin, have a good night."
"it's technically morning but okay- eat well!"
hoseok grimaced as he walked out of the studio.
he most certainly wouldn't be eating well. he never did anyway.
