𝗡𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 | TXT School au

EP 11.

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It was a sunny morning in the school yard when Yeonjun and Yuta accidentally bumped into each other. Yuta's cup emptied iced coffee all over his uniform, leaving a trail of a caramel stain.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, watch where you're going! You ruined my uniform!" Yuta growled, aggressively wiping his now dirty hands with fresh white napkins.

"Like I could give a shit about ruining your uniform." Yeonjun scoffed, looking the boy up and down obviously annoyed with his confrontation. An excited crowd of students had already formed, sensing the uneasy tension between the two.

Offended, Yuta handed his rubbish to one of his friends standing next to him, taking several strides closer towards Yeonjun. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦?"

"I called you an entitled bitch who thinks the world revolves around them." Yeonjun scowled, causing an echo of anticipation to ring through the crowd.

Just before things got physical, Jisung came cluelessly jogging over to them, slapping Yuta on the back, "Hey what's going on?"

"Just this nobody finally learning how to use big words and throwing them around." Yuta rolled his eyes, clearly wanting to give Yeonjun a piece of his mind.

"Hey hey hey! How about we have a dance battle?" The naive boy enthusiastically suggested, earning strange looks from both the fighters and the crowd.

"A dance battle? Why 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 would I join a dance battle?" Yeonjun stared, impatient with the whole ordeal.

"I'll do it. Let's see who's the best dancer." Yuta smirked, hoping this would get his opponent to shut up. "Park Jisung, the popping master, you go first."

At Yuta's command a random passerby blasted a playlist of songs, inviting Jisung to take the centre stage. Everyone cleared way as they watched the sharp, clean and defined moves of Jisung, his body moving into locks and pops. He skilfully isolated different parts of his body, showing off all kinds of pops as he hit to the beat, causing the crowd to go 'ooh' and 'aah'. His moves oozed a subtle charisma, as he kept his facial expressions subtle yet detailed. Even a non-dancer could tell Jisung was amazing, and see all the years of work gone into executing a dance like this. Once Jisung had successfully proved himself, Yeonjun slid in, replacing the previous dancer's place. Yeonjun worked up a combination of locking, popping and body waves, showing off his sharp and powerful moves. No one knew what to expect from him, but he appeared to be amazing, clearly and crisply working his way through a freestyle. After watching that, one knew he was a trained dancer. Each move contained a sexy but cool aura, and he had at least half the crowd blushing by the end of his performance. And last but not least was Yuta, the least experienced dancer. Yuta's strength was his agility, his cat-like ability to speed from one place to another and softly bounce from the ground into what seemed like seamless jumps. He was aggressive and strong with his dance, intimidating those around him. He was cool to watch, but definetly not as experienced as the others. Perhaps he was used to doing choreography, as his dancing was still excellent for a regular person, but it seemed he hadn't really done much freestyle before, as his moves grew repetitive, boring the crowd slightly. However he was still cheered on due to his immense popularity. By the end of the competition, the larger hyped up crowd erupted into a mass of cheers, clapping their hands and wolf-whistling as the three handsome boys huffed exhausted, Jisung smiling goofily as Yeonjun and Yuta stared each other down. The tension between them was so thick, one could cut through it.