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"Park Jihoon, may I talk to you?"
Some foreigner voice called after the young performer when he was unlocking his padlock. Jihoon turned around, facing a famous person from school.
"What is the 'golden student' doing in front of the 'theater nerd kids' lockers?", Jihoon crossed his arms, glaring at the visitor, "You better go before someone see you here, they might think that you are one of us now."
"Shut up and listen to me, Mr. Jeojang.", Woojin sighed, "I need a favour."
"From me?", the actor pointed to himself, "Are you feeling well, Woojin?", he rolled his pretty, round and shine eyes.
"Would you like to be my partner for the ‘Annual 101 Dance Competition’?", the ‘favorite over school’ asked him suddenly; respect and awe were visible in his voice.
"What?!", Jihoon shouted out involuntary after had been caught off guard.
"Please, Short, it is a 'yes or no' question, not a Physics question."
“How did he guess I hate physics?!”
"Wait, wait, wait. You never ever talked to me before and now you want me to dance with you? Is it a prank? Who challenged you?”
"No, it is not-.", Woojin tried to explain, before had been cut off.
"I knew it was a prank!”, Jihoon snapped fingers, “Like when someone like you would talk to me. Don't tell me it was Daehwi. It was him, wasn't? That bitch just-."
"I knew it was the worst idea ever.", Woojin told himself while the older kept cursing, "See you around, Jihoon."
"Wait-!", his small hands grabbed the taller's uniform, holding him in place, "Hm, how did you know I used to dance?", Jihoon asked curious, but a little shy.
"Mrs. Park, my dance coach.", Woojin answered promptly, "She said I should search for you if I were so desperated, and belive me, I do not want to be here."
"What leads us to: why do you need me to be your partner?"
"You know my cousin, right? The 'infamous' Park Siyeon? She is in Drama Club too.", Jihoon soon remembered the beautiful clumsy girl, nodding in process, "So, we could say she twisted her ankle and will not be able to dance for two months.", Woojin sounded uneasy talking about his cousin, because they were very close.
"Oh, that's awful, I hope she has a peaceful recover. She's a great actress, by the way.", Jihoon tried to not seem too cold-hearted like some people called him.
"She is doing pretty okay, but thanks.”, the dancer managed to give one little smile, “Now, I need you to save my life and my perfect score from failure.", he kneeled on the floor, making Jihoon ashmed.
"On a scale of hopelessness, I see a 99 on you, so I will think and meet you later?", the theater kid half affirmed half asked.
"Just find kindness in your little cold heart and let me know your answer."
Standing from the ground, Woojin started to run toward his class while Jihoon just stayed on his foot, completely static.
"Hey, Jihoon. Why do you have that look on your 'pretty face'?", his locker neighbor, Seonho, pulled him out of transe.
"What look?", finally, he could grab his stuff in peace.
"I don't know, seems you bumped into someone you don't like."
"Stop it, you saw Woojin and just want to make me tell you what's happened.", the actor sighed, looking at his friend.
"You caught me. Now, mind to explain from the start?", the pianist leaned against the lockers with shining eyes.
"He asked me to dance with him?", neither he understood what had happened straight yet.
"On the Annual 101 Dance Competition?"
"Yeah, that is."
"Oh my ice cream, so it's truth! Wait- how did he know you dance? Like, not many people are aware of this fact.", Seonho was excited, but also confused.
"That doesn't really matter now, however why would he ask me over all pleople?", Jihoon closed his locker’s door with force.
"Maybe it's because the teachers give the best rating for students who work on these extra projects, so I think everybody in Dance Club subscribed long time ago."
"That left him all alone, right?", the older questioned, already knowing the reply, "Why doesn't he just dance by himself?"
"Perhaps, he was not allowed to.", Seonho shrugged his shoulders, "Jihoon, just use the little brain of yours and think about why would Park Woojin beg for you if it wasn't something so serious.", he poked Jihoon forehead.
"It keeps seeming surreal..."
"If you accept the challenge, keep in mind that you will work too hard, so food and lazy around are not a option. And don't let him waiting for your answer. Man up and tell him what you decided."
"But I didn't decide yet!"
"Um, when you two pick the song you are going to use, text me, and Guanlin and I will help with the arrangement.” Seonho grabbed some papers and waved him a quickly goodbye.
Jihoon wondered when exactly he get the wrong way of his life for deserved all this.
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Jihoon had begged Seongwoo to let him leave the theater practice ten minutes early so he could search for ‘the golden’ boy and tell him his decision.
Seongwoo was a senior, who currently led the Drama Club, and was also one of the most beautiful people Jihoon had meet. He was very secretive and only interacted with few people. He may be cold hearted sometimes, but Jihoon knew how to melt his heart - Seongwoo could never resist to his puppy eyes.
After run though the class, the young boy face palmed himself because he forgot the Soccer Club has practice on Mondays afternoons, and Park Woojin was one of their best players.
When he finally achieved the field, he had already been exhausted, thanks for his sedentary habits. Looking at how sweaty everybody seemed to be, Jihoon opted for sit on the bleachers and wait for when the game end before talk to Woojin.
Sometime in between watch boys running and girls cheering, Jihoon - maybe - fell asleep with face in hands.
"Jeojang~.", someone poked his side.
"What the-. Doyeon?!”, the boy panicked “What are you doing here?"
Doyeon was one of his friends of Drama Club. They were really close because they shared a few classes together. She was also in Cheerleader Team with that pretty face and beautiful body lines.
"What are you doing here, Jihoon?", she crossed her arms.
"I ask first."
"I have practice with the cheer team.", Doyeon shrugged her shoulders, "And you?", she singsonged the final word.
"Waiting for someone."
"Oh my God, what we have here. Do Mr. Cutie have a crush on someone from the soccer team?", the tall girl sat immediatly.
"No.", Jihoon glared at her, "Woojin asked me something, and I haven't given him a official reply yet."
"Woojin? Park Woojin? The golden-."
"Yes, him."
"Yoojung said he seemed odd these days, and that is weird because Woojin is always willing and proactive. I think he is stressed enough with the soccer, dance and grades. You know he is one of high-level students. It must be hard.", Doyeon sighed, ticking her head to the side.
"Yeah, um, I think so..."
"Oh, it's my cue to leave.”, she said as soon as someone called after her from the field. “I really don't know what are you doing to tell him, but, please, be kind."
"I always am."
"See you, Jihoon."
"Bye, 'DoDaeng'~."
He started to laugh as soon as Doyeon's cheeks became red like apples because of the nickname he used.
Jihoon noticed that the field was empty from soccer players but filled with some cheerleaders doing their warm-ups. He kept looking at them only stopping when some dark shadow attacked his vision.
"Hey, Mr. Jeojang."
Jihoon's lashes beat like he wasn't believing in his eyes because he was really not. Woojin was standing in front of him, water dropping from his hair. He was wearing a black shirt with no sleeves, and Jihoon just started to feeling attacked at the moment.
(Jihoon was internally having a hipper ventilation, but don’t tell anyone.)
"Hi, Woojin.", he managed to keep his neutral face.
"Hey. Do you have my answer?", he asked politely, however obviously anxious.
"Guarantee."
"What?"
"I want a guarantee before agree with this.", Jihoon repeated, explaining.
"From...", Woojin couldn’t really tell what the older was trying to do.
"From you!”, the cute one pointed him, “Or your ‘talented genetics’ thought that I was going to drown without a lifesaver?"
"What do you want, then?", the dancer rubbed his hands in his wet hair, which distracted Jihoon a lot from thinking straight.
"I couldn't decide yet... But I can keep that one wish with me, so you will have to do realize it when I make up my head."
"That's not really fair, you know it, right?", Woojin raised one eyebow.
"Pff, I am not that low, Park Woojin. I would never ask you to do something shameful or dirty.", the shorter smirked, "Maybe dress you up like a girl..."
"Jihoon-."
"I'm just kidding, relax.", Jihoon waved him off, "That will probably be a help with homeworks or projects, like you did with me.”
"Okay, deal.", Woojin gave up throwing his hands in the air, "You can text me your schedule, and I will choose the best time for our practice."
"I don't have your number."
"Of course you don't.", the soccer player rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone from jeans' pocket, "Put yours here."
Jihoon managed to catch the phone Woojin threw at his direction. He typed his number fast and messaged himself, having his phone buzzed at his bag, then the actor gave it back.
"Sorry, I have to go now. Someone wants me to buy some red glitter for her science project. Don't ask me why she needs this thing because I really don't know. Anyway, see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, but where are we meeting?"
"I will find you wherever you are, Mr. Jeojang."
Woojin failed in wink-charming him, and Jihoon just rolled his eyes watching him go.
"This guy really annoys me."