Practice Room

5:45am. No sleep. He had no time to do so. He had to keep dancing, keep perfecting the routine that they had been given only the day before. Exhaustion, it’s iron grip only having tightened on his tired limbs within the last two hours. Vanché was far past his limit, sweat rolling steadily in beads down his forehead, his breath laboured as he forced himself onwards, thoughts of the others spurring him to continue on.

“Hyungs, I’ll make you proud. I-I’ll catch up with you! One day I will dance as well as the rest of you!”

Those words rang throughout his very being, seemingly numbing the pain that had been causing him to flinch with every movement. The moon had already completed its descent back toward the horizon, beckoning the sun to haul itself from its slumber, climbing the sky’s amber hues with a surprising speed. Aki-senpai would be up in approximately fifteen minutes to head to the sound room.

“How can someone like to be so….alone? All the time?” Vanché thought sadly, his vision blurred momentarily, only to adjust itself seconds later. He knew why Aki got up so early, so he didn't have to face anyone within the first minutes of his morning. Vanché did not understand his need for isolation, it worried him. They were a team so why did he avoid them?

Lost in thought, Vanché barely felt his leg buckle from underneath him. Entirely overwhelmed with exhaustion he couldn't even let out a yelp as he fell like a rock onto the polished wood of the practice room. As he fell, his head span sickenly, his heart rate peaking at a dangerous rate as his blood roared in his ears before he was finally greeted with a intense stabbing pain to his chest. He was out even before his head hit the floor with a sickening crack, Vanché’s body ragdolling against the cold surface as a thin trail of blood trickled down his forehead, mingling with the stale sweat which still clung to his skin. It was if his body had let out an intense sigh, as his limbs were finally allowed rest in their limp state.

Ten or so minutes passed, the warm sun rays that had slowly stretched across the floor had now reached Vanchés body. The light dappling across his face due to foliage just outside of the window that he lay a few metres from. The world had begun to wake again on this new day, parakeets chirping excitedly as they flew across the morning sky, the market opening up as people began to put out their stock for the day. It was about as tranquil as Laoluzia could be, the sounds of millions of people moving about their daily lives was natural here.