Hakyeon was bored. The stylist had finished with him fifteen minutes ago, and now there was nothing left to do but wait. It was amazing how much of their days were spent waiting. They woke up every morning, oftentimes before the sun was even properly out, and zombie walked to the music show of the day, and after being slathered in makeup and hair gel, they just sat around waiting for their rehearsal to start, then waited around some more for their proper stage. It was a lot of starting and stopping, twenty minutes of rushing frantically interposed with long hours of dullness.