When he opens the door, it takes him a couple of seconds of squinting to spot the figure lying against the far wall, sprawled out beneath the mirror. It’s a trainee - the foreign one that Donghae had gone to visit when he'd just come to Korea and was sitting in some hotel room. Brought him tteokbokki, he'd said. That was nice.

Ugh. What was the kid’s name? This is ridiculous. They’ve greeted each other a few times by now, he shouldn’t be forgetting like this. He stretches and blinks excessively in hopes of getting his brain to work after the extra practice that, apparently, they’d both had.

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Cross-posting from my AO3 account because this is my masterpiece, please enjoy it! :D Might do the same for my next fic once it's finished, not sure yet. (Username is slightly different because of character limits.) All the other good stuff is solely on AO3 ;)