I'm sorry for the long wait guys! NCT dream is like fully grown by now prolly. I'm gonna keep the YuSol alive even tho it ded irl

NOT Beta'd by NyaNai bc she just graduated sooooo it's a surprise chappy for her c:

“The entire middle section is completely out of sync. I know the hits aren’t on the beats but you guys need to figure out the timing and watch each other. We’ll go over that next practice, anyone who’s still out of sync gets to pass out flyers for the show all of next week in front of the union.”

Everyone groans.

“Alright that’s it for the day. Yuta, can I see you for a minute?”

Yuta’s head jerks up, as if he hadn’t been paying attention until he heard his name. The boys scatter towards the side of the room, picking up their bags and chattering fills the room. Yuta makes his way towards Taeyong.

“Hey. What’s up?” He says.

Taeyong gives him a long look. “You’ve been underperforming for the last 3 practices. What’s going on?”

Yuta blinks. “Gee, thanks.”

“Are you injured?” Taeyong asks. “Because I know how you dance. You’re usually messy but-”

“Thanks.” Yuta mutters. “Again.”

“But high energy. Recently you’re always a few milliseconds behind everyone else and your sharpness took a big hit.”

Yuta looks alarmed, as if he hadn’t realized. “You’re not just saying that because I somehow pissed you off, right?”

“I’m not kidding. You need to get your together if it’s a personal problem. The showcase is literally next week, we can’t have you distracted.”

Yuta sighs. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow then.” Taeyong dismisses him.

Ten gives him a curious look as they trickle out with the mob together. “What happened?”

“Apparently I’ve been losing my touch these days. Says my timing needs some work.”

Ten hums. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. But with the showcase so near he’s getting perfectionistic about it. It’s why are shows sell so well though. Quality.”

“Yeah, well.” Yuta rakes through his hair. “I’ll have more time to practice now anyways. Midterms are over and finals are still a ways off.”

“You wanna practice with me and Hansol? We usually do friday night dates in the practice rooms because we’re sad and lonely, hah.”

Yuta laughs drily. “Sure. Sounds great. You’re great at timing, should get my back in line in no time.”

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“You did what?” Hansol chokes on his box of green tea.

“It’s just dance practice.” Ten squints suspiciously. “And since when have you ever hesitated to do anything less than hoe- in front of Yuta’s face?”

“Yeah well. That was before I realized that I was in way too deep for a boy that’s way too straight and I’m basically ed.” Hansol sips sadly at his tea.

Ten falters. “How are you suddenly so sure he’s straight?”

“Heard Johnny asking if he’s so freaked out cuz he got his– and I quote– ‘not-girlfriend’ pregnant. And before you say he might be joking, Yuta gave him the blankest, deadest look ever and then Johnny stopped laughing said ‘oh , what happened to her?’”

Ten gapes. “...Brutal.”

The sound of and almost empty juice box aggressively being dry takes the place of a response.

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