dancer boy ~woosan~ [on hold]

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"Oh my god, oh my god, look at what he just posted!"

The too excited boy runs towards his friend showing him something on his phone. He keeps jumping from one foot to the other and his friend takes his phone.

"San stop moving I can't see" says the flame-like haired man.

He watches the video playing on the small screen of the said San's phone. A video of a young man dancing appears on his Instagram feed.

San looks at the phone by the taller man's shoulder.

"You see he's so good, look at his skills and technique!" says the smaller boy.

"Yeah, right if you say so, I have no idea but it looks good."

"Come on Mingi, just admit it, he's good!"

Mingi shrugs and keeps walking, ignoring the older yet smaller boy next to him talking excitedly about the dancer.

When they both arrive at the university, they are quickly joined by two other boys. As they meet, they start talking while walking to the building.

Mingi looks up to his phone to look at the time and says "Come on guys we better hurry or we'll be late" so they all start to quicken the pace and go straight to the room where they have class.

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At the end of the day, after finally finishing all of their classes they part to different ways. San says goodbye to all of his friends and goes his own way. While walking to his destination he takes off his earphones from his pockets and plug them to his phone starting one of his playlists.
As he walks to the dance studio he moves a bit to the rhythm of the music.

When he arrives he finds some of his friends from the dance studio and goes straight to an empty room. He then starts by warming up with some small exercises and small dance moves until he feels all warmed up and starts to dance really hard.

After probably one to two hours later a figure enters the room, San, too focused on his own reflection in the mirror picking at every little mistake he might make, doesn't see that someone entered the room until the music is cut and a voice resonates into the now silent room.

"San take a break you've been dancing for two hours straight now your body is probably exhausted"

"I'm fine Sungho hyung, don't worry I still need to practice for a bit."

But as he said that he collapses onto the floor from tiredness. The boy he previously called Sungho lets out a small laugh while coming closer to the boy on the floor and gives him a bottle of cold water.

"Stop acting all strong with me you know I won't judge you, so drink this I also bought some snacks on the way." he says showing the little plastic bag he's holding.

San quickly thanks him and drinks a bit of the water from the bottle he's been given and takes a snack to stuff his stomach a bit.

"Oh by the way" starts saying Sungho cutting San from his thoughts "on my way here I heard the director of this place talking with someone about some choreographer looking for dancers.."

San looks up suddenly being more interested in what his friend is telling him.

"Do you maybe know which choreographer it is?" asks San out of curiosity

"Hum I'm not sure I think it was something like Jung Woo something I'm really not sure-"

"Jung Wooyoung !?!" almost screams San

"Uh yeah I think it was that"

San stops eating and looks at Sungho with a disbelieving expression totally frozen where he sits.

"San? Are you okay?" tries to call his friend

The black-haired boy, still shocked, shook his head to try to come back to reality.

"Uh yeah sorry I'm fine it's just that I'm a huge fan of this guy's work and I was not expecting this"

"Haha I can see that, you were literally frozen for a bit"

"Yeah whatever" San stands up and continues to train thinking about what his friend previously said.

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An hour later San is exhausted, he worked even harder for actually no real reason he just felt like he had to work hard and so he did.

Just wanting to go home, San wraps up his things and goes to the exit of the building. His friend left way earlier not feeling like staying too late so San is alone in the big building.

As he walks to the door that leads outside he walks by the noticeboard and something catches his eyes so he stops in his steps to look at it more thoroughly.

Here it is! All the things his friend told him a few moments ago are true and it's written on those flyers.

The choreographer Jung Wooyoung is going to come to THEIR dance studio to find some new dancers with high potential to join his dancers team. San can not believe what is in front of him. He's feeling a lot of different things at the same time, excitement and anxiety mixing up.

He takes one of these flyers and decides to go home. Too tired to go by foot, he decides to take the bus to get closer to his home.

When he enters the small flat not expecting anyone to greet him, the time being 3AM, he gets taken aback when his flat mate and the owner of the flat walk past him greeting him quickly.

"Hi San you came pretty late, were you at the dance studio?" he asks

"Oh, hi Seonghwa, yeah you're right I was there why are you still awake it's really late?" says San a bit confused

"Ah I couldn't sleep. I don't really know why and since Mingi is sound asleep in his room I was waiting for you hoping you would not come back too late."

San enters the flat making sure his shoes are at their rightful place in the entry, he then sits on a chair in the kitchen while Seonghwa is getting a glass of water.

"So how was it, are you not too tired?" asks the oldest of the two while sitting in front of him

San groans and lies his head on the table.

"I think I overdid myself I feel so tired and my muscles are really close to letting me down" he answers

The blond boy lets out a small chuckle, "Not to be mean but you always say that you overdid yourself I'm not sure you really know how to go soft on yourself"

The smaller boy shrugs and chuckles lightly, "Yeah I admit you're right"

"Oh, by the way look at this" The black-haired boy hands the other boy the little paper he found earlier and then the older lets out a gasp.

"Oh my god you're going to participate right? You love this guy"

The smaller boy feels his cheeks flush a bit by the words the older one used and shake his head.

"No I don't think so I'm not that good and there are way more talented dancers that go there I have literally no chance." he says sadly.

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hi! so here's the first chapter I really hope you liked it and that you would like the story.

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