Practice
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The practice room was buzzing with energy as Stray Kids went through their choreography for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sweat dripped down their faces, their breaths heavy, but they pushed through, the beat of the music demanding their full attention.
Lee Know’s voice cut through the air, sharp and precise like his movements.
A collective groan rippled through the members, but no one dared argue. He was their performance leader, after all. Even Bang Chan, usually the one calling the shots, knew better than to question Lee Know when it came to dance.
Han wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his oversized hoodie and shot a look at Changbin, who was standing beside him.
Han Jisung
If we collapse, do you think they'll just leave us here overnight?
Changbin chuckled, stretching his arms.
Seo Changbin
I don’t know, but if I die here, I want my tombstone to say, ‘Died trying to perfect Lee Know’s choreography.
Felix, lying dramatically on the floor after the last run-through, chimed in
Lee Yongbok
I'll make sure it's engraved in gold.
Han snickered before turning his gaze to Lee Know, who stood in front of the mirror, checking the group's formations. Even though he looked tired, he still had that unwavering focus in his eyes, the same one Han had admired since they were trainees.
Lee Minho
Han, stop staring and get into position
Lee Know called out without even looking at him.
Han felt heat rise to his cheeks.
Han Jisung
I wasn’t staring! I was... observing! There’s a difference!
Seungmin, ever the instigator, smirked.
Kim Sungmin
Sure. Observing his soul?
The members laughed, and Han rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as he got into formation.
They ran the choreography one last time before Bang Chan finally declared practice over. Everyone groaned in relief, collapsing onto the floor or grabbing water bottles like they had been stranded in a desert.
Han flopped down beside Lee Know, their shoulders brushing. He let out a dramatic sigh.
Han Jisung
If I die tonight, I want you to know that I always secretly admired your ability to look this good while being evil.
Lee Know took a sip of water, unimpressed.
Lee Minho
You won’t die, and I’m not evil. I just have high standards. You should be thanking me for making you a better dancer.
Han Jisung
I’ll thank you in my next life. Right now, I want food and sleep.
Lee Know smirked, stretching his legs out in front of him.
Lee Minho
Then hurry up and change so we can eat. You’re treating.
Han gasped, clutching his chest.
Han Jisung
Excuse me? When did I agree to this?
Lee Minho
You didn’t. But I worked harder than you today, so it’s only fair
Han Jisung
That’s debatable.
Lee Know said, standing up and offering a hand to Han.
Lee Minho
Now come on. I’m starving.
Han stared at the outstretched hand for a second before taking it, feeling a strange flutter in his chest as Lee Know pulled him up effortlessly.
It wasn’t unusual for them to be close—they had always been. But lately, there was something else, something that made Han more aware of the way their hands lingered a little longer or how Lee Know’s gaze softened in ways it never did with the others.
Shaking off the thought, Han followed him out of the practice room, ignoring the knowing looks from the rest of the members.
This was just another day in their chaotic lives. Right?
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