Sincerely, fuck off.

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Wooyoung didn't want to go back to his dorm at all, yes the day might be over, and yes he needed sleep, but he didn't want to have to deal with that weird guy again.

Sans presence made Wooyoung uncomfortable, sure he was attractive, but he was more creepy than anything, and absolutely annoying.

Though he didn't want to go back, he kind of had to sleep. So there he was, in front of his dorm door, regretting his life choices.

"Why were you out so long? Classes ended a while ago"the monotone voice spoke, Wooyoung almost flinched, San sat on his bed arms behind his head in the dark silent room.

Creepy

"It's none of your business" Wooyoung scoffed, sitting his backpack on his bed. "Alright, well I'm showering first"

"Do whatever you want"

San headed into the bathroom, the silence made Wooyoung so uncomfortable.

The bathroom door closed and Wooyoung figured he'd just get some work done while San was in the bathroom.

Next thing Wooyoung knew, the bathroom door opened again, he just went in there though?

Sans whole upper half was on display, he walked out shirtless, only wearing the joggers he had when he walked in the bathroom. Wooyoung couldn't help but stare, his long pink hair and many piercings, god the boy was good looking.

San could feel his gaze, he just didn't give a shit.

He grabbed his towel, and smiled a bit towards the younger, "forgot this" he spoke lowly, raising the cloth. Wooyoung nodded, his eyes glued to some random letter in his notes, he did not want to look up.

He heard San walk back into the bathroom, looking up slowly just to make sure. Sure enough, San was gone indeed.

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Wooyoung walked to his next class, severely out of breath, "ugh fuck walking" he whispered angrily to himself. "Bad morning?" A voice spoke behind him.

Wooyoung turned around with raised eyebrows, he didn't recognize the boy, but then again, he was new.

"You could say that."

The taller boy laughed, walking closer to Wooyoung so they were side by side. "Well I'm Yunho, what about you?"

"Wooyoung"

Yunho nodded, smiling at the smaller. "We should probably get to class" he sighed.

"Do we have the same class? What's your major?" Wooyoung spoke, pivoting an eyebrow. "Arts, performing"

The smaller smiled widely, pulling yunhos slightly bigger arm into his own. "Well me too!! I dance." Yunho looked softly at wooyoung, "I sing, dance too though"

They conversed more as they walked farther.

San held the hair tie in between his teeth, running his fingers through his dark pink hair as he looked in the mirror. He tied a quick ponytail, brushing out few strands.

He brushed his teeth and pulled his black shirt fully over his head: it sitting on his shoulders beforehand.

Yes, he's missed about two classes already, but he didn't really care that much.

Wooyoung walked in just as San was about to walked out, backpack hanging over his shoulder carelessly. "You're just leaving?"

San hummed and walked past Wooyoung swiftly, brushing up against him purposely. The smell of cigarettes and cologne lingered, the mix ending up smelling a bit like.....burnt wood?

Wooyoung couldn't believe one could be so careless, missing about three classes? What's wrong with him?

It was 1 p.m and San was just getting up and leaving. Wooyoung scoffed and set down his belongings, going to change before his first dance class.

"Black would make me sweaty.....but I'd look cool" he sighed solemnly, looking between the two outfits laid across his small bed.

"Meh I don't want to be uncomfortable"

He smiled at the simple white shirt and joggers, typical dancer wear, he didn't mind it though.

Wooyoung headed out of the door after putting on his outfit, making sure to grab all of the things he'd need: such as a change of clothes, and deodorant.

He smiled at the large studio, this definitely was the right choice. He couldn't stop looking around, many people stretching  in front of the wall that was all mirror, while others sat on the floor and chatted.

His eyes caught a familiar color of hair, he smiled widely at the black haired boy across the room.

"Hey!!" Wooyoung said excitedly as he sat down next to Yunho, the older waved. The teacher walked in after a few minutes, clapping their hands loudly.

"Hello class!! Today won't be anything special, but we will be gettin' sweaty, I hope you're prepared."

Wooyoung smiled up at the teacher as he sat beside Yunho, he was simply just excited to be there. He's always wanted to pursue dancing, and now it's his college major, he was beyond happy.

His eyes scanned the room curiously as the teacher continued to speak, he looked around at everyone, they all seem like they know what they're doing...

Though he was simply going off of outfits, so he was mostly guessing about the experience thing. It's not like he wasn't not experienced, he's just never been in a room with other people whilst dancing.

Wooyoungs eyes continued to study everyone, a slight smile popping up every now and then because of the clever outfits.

His eyes stopped at a specific boy in the corner, he squinted his eyes but he couldn't seem to make out the boys face, but he did see faint pink hair popping out from underneath the black hat.

He studied the boys body, though he was sitting down, you could just tell he was fucking toned. The tight black shirt fitting his arms perfectly.

Pink hair? Bold

He scoffed and moved his eyes to another student, before he could, he froze. Wait....pink hair?

He looked over again, sure enough, the pink haired boy he hated was looking back at him, an ugly smirk on his face. Well, maybe not ugly, but it definitely wasn't sweet.

A dimple made it's way to the pink haired boys cheek, he raised his eyebrows at wooyoung, as if he was asking him why he was staring. Wooyoung looked away quickly, still processing.

Yunho looked over at the smaller boy, giving him the: you good? Look. No Wooyoung was not okay, he barely knew San but he knew he was trouble.

At this point sans mere existence irked Wooyoung, it wasn't like he'd done anything, but that was the point, he was existing.

He sucked his teeth and looked back at San, glaring slightly at him.

Of course he dances.

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