Ship/Member: Mingyu/Seokmin Major Tags: post-breakup, canon compliant Additional Tags: rock with you band version filming Permission to remix: Yes
***
The day after the breakup is the worst.
It's not the wide berth the members afford Mingyu as he stews in emotion during soundcheck. It's not the pointed glances at him, then at Seokmin, then back at him. Not the distance either, no.
It's the lingering thing. The feelings.
The set's speakers blare with voice-over instructions from the director. "'Rock With You,' take one." The members meet it with a chorus of assent, the brightest of them coming from Seokmin. As it always had, even before the relationship.
Mingyu grumbles a yes and ignores the look Seungkwan gives him. Not everyone's like Seokmin, someone who can shine after calling off a six-month relationship.
Which was mutual this time, for the record. A "career and friendship first, attraction second," thing, which Mingyu reasonably agreed to, because he's reasonable. But that doesn't mean he has to be all sunshine and rainbows—
Wonwoo's elbow digs into his side. "We're filming."
"Ouch," Mingyu says more as a jab than a reaction, massaging his rib right before the director shouts "Action!"
The song starts. Mingyu nods his head, tuning into the music. The habit of the song, even without the choreography, is enough to tone down the bad vibes in his system. Before he knows it, he's singing in time for the verse just as he rehearsed before passing the baton to Seungcheol. A breath before he braces himself for hearing his ex's voice, in all its belting, moved-on glory.
Right as Seokmin sings the first line, the music cuts. The speakers come to life, the voice-over ringing. "DK," says the director, "please liven up your expression."
"Sorry," is Seokmin's immediate reply, a hand raised in apology. From across the set, Soonyoung's brows crease in confusion, with matching glances of concern from the others—
That isn't Mingyu's problem. He shakes his head, rests both his hands on the microphone stand. Not his problem, not anymore. He stops his gaze right before it reaches the back of Seokmin's head, instead training it on Minghao.
Who is staring at him like he just kicked a horse. Or got kicked by a horse. Either way, Mingyu hates it. But not as much as he hates the way Seokmin spares a glance that doesn't reach him.
Mingyu hates the lingering thing.
The music starts. Mingyu nods his head again, tuning into the music. Not his problem, even if he wants it to be. 🚀
[FILL] lingering
Major Tags: post-breakup, canon compliant
Additional Tags: rock with you band version filming
Permission to remix: Yes
***
The day after the breakup is the worst.
It's not the wide berth the members afford Mingyu as he stews in emotion during soundcheck. It's not the pointed glances at him, then at Seokmin, then back at him. Not the distance either, no.
It's the lingering thing. The feelings.
The set's speakers blare with voice-over instructions from the director. "'Rock With You,' take one." The members meet it with a chorus of assent, the brightest of them coming from Seokmin. As it always had, even before the relationship.
Mingyu grumbles a yes and ignores the look Seungkwan gives him. Not everyone's like Seokmin, someone who can shine after calling off a six-month relationship.
Which was mutual this time, for the record. A "career and friendship first, attraction second," thing, which Mingyu reasonably agreed to, because he's reasonable. But that doesn't mean he has to be all sunshine and rainbows—
Wonwoo's elbow digs into his side. "We're filming."
"Ouch," Mingyu says more as a jab than a reaction, massaging his rib right before the director shouts "Action!"
The song starts. Mingyu nods his head, tuning into the music. The habit of the song, even without the choreography, is enough to tone down the bad vibes in his system. Before he knows it, he's singing in time for the verse just as he rehearsed before passing the baton to Seungcheol. A breath before he braces himself for hearing his ex's voice, in all its belting, moved-on glory.
Right as Seokmin sings the first line, the music cuts. The speakers come to life, the voice-over ringing. "DK," says the director, "please liven up your expression."
"Sorry," is Seokmin's immediate reply, a hand raised in apology. From across the set, Soonyoung's brows crease in confusion, with matching glances of concern from the others—
That isn't Mingyu's problem. He shakes his head, rests both his hands on the microphone stand. Not his problem, not anymore. He stops his gaze right before it reaches the back of Seokmin's head, instead training it on Minghao.
Who is staring at him like he just kicked a horse. Or got kicked by a horse. Either way, Mingyu hates it. But not as much as he hates the way Seokmin spares a glance that doesn't reach him.
Mingyu hates the lingering thing.
The music starts. Mingyu nods his head again, tuning into the music. Not his problem, even if he wants it to be.
🚀