jongin has a habit of pushing himself too hard.
he drives himself into the ground consistently, vigorously and - above all - quietly.
it’s the reason he and yixing get along so well. if they don’t call each other out, everything seems fine.
after all, they’re only ever small things:
"it’s only 2am," says yixing.
"it’s only been 6 hours," agrees jongin.
(“you’re both insane,” mutters lu han, low enough that they
pretend they can’t hear him.)
besides, what’s the harm?
jongin knows now that he can perform through back pain. (he tells himself he always knew it.
and perhaps he did.)