°NCT CHENJI°WHITE HAIRED GUY

1° Stalker

Chenle glanced up through the strands of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.Hope blossomed in his chest as he scanned the amphitheatre,it's tentative petals encircling his heart.

Down on the stage, the dance majors were gathering, chatting as they began their stretching.None of them noticed him sitting in the very last row of the seats in the dim light,a notebook cracked open on his lap. Half-formed lyrics were scrawled across paper but they were the furthest thing from his mind.

A faint smile crept onto his face as he saw him.

White-haired and bubby,Chenle watched his eyes light up as he smiled at his friend,saying something that made him laugh.There was something comforting about watching the white-haired boy so at home on the stage.Ever since the first day Chenle had seen him walking around campus, he'd been drawn toward him. For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt he knew the boy even though they'd never spoken.

Whenever Chenle needed to clear his head, he came here. And somehow....... everything felt right.

On the stage,the dancer's stretches were slowly coming to an end and their practice loomed closer. The white-haired boy was slowly walking through a couple of the moves they learned yesterday with his friend, giggling at the other boy's choice of movement his deep laugh carried through the room. Even the faint each of it was the purest sound Chenle had ever heated.

"Alright, let's run through it!" the pretty boy who seemed to head every practice announced.

The other dancers jumped to attention, finding their positions. Chenle founded the white-haired boy, watching his loose movements with awe. He didn't dance in the stiff, precise way some of the other proformers did. He danced like his body was made of  water, flowing gracefully in to every dip and turn with ease. When the music rose, he rose with it. When it fell, he followed it's path down ward.

And every time, it chenle's breath away.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, tearing his gaze away from the stage. Chenle crumbled to accept the call , worried the incessant sound might attract notice from dancers."Hello"he said quietly.

"Stalking him again, are you?"Jeno drawled slyly over the other end, causing Chenle to hide his blush with a scowl.

"No"

"You totally are"

"No, I'm not"

"Deny it all you want,Chenle,but I know the trut " Jeno 
Paused for a second before he said, "Actually, the reason I was calling was to ask if you were coming back to  the dorm tonight. Jaemin said he wanted to introduce me to some of his friends and I was thinking I could introduce you to him tonight."

Chenle was curious only half paying attention to his roommate, too immersed in the boy's dancing as he stepped up for a solopart. "Um...I don't know,I have to finish this song for class. It's due to on Monday and I don't even have the chorus down."

"That's because you spend every afternoon watching a random boy dance."

"Don't judge me hyung.."

"I'm totally judging."

Chenle rolled his eyes as he returned his gaze to the notebook resting on his legs. "I'll try to be back to meet your boyfriend but I make no promise. Believe it or not, I actually do get writing done here.okay hyung."

"Are the lyrics about that boy's back muscles?" Jeno teased.

Chenle blush darked even further."I regret ever mentioning that to you."he muttered.