Yeonderella (TXT YeonBin story)

7 - Yeonjun

A/N: I have an exam tomorrow and I'm soooo going to fail... I don't even know what I was supposed to learn for it so I guess I'm just going in blindly lmfao, wish me luck!

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'How was school?'

Yeonjun stopped swiping the floor for a second as he heard his stepmother's question. Obviously it wasn't directed at him, but still. He made an excuse and got himself a glass of water, then stood in the doorway of the kitchen to hear what his family is talking about.

'It was okay' shrugged San. 'There will be a Valentine's Day school dance on Friday-'

'- which you still don't have a partner for' snickered Wooyoung.

'It's not like you do' fought back San.

'And what are you two going to wear?' asked Mrs Choi, hoping that she can prevent another fight between her sons by taking their attention off of insulting each other.

'We don't have anything yet. We need to go shopping' said Wooyoung.

'Alright, but I'd like you to get rid of some old clothes then' warned Mrs Choi.

'Why?' whined San.

'Because you have so many clothes you don't wear! Throw them out or donate them or something, at least you two could make yourselves useful once in a while' she said.

Yeonjun hummed quietly. This was probably the first time in his entire life when he agreed on something with his stepmother.

'Okay then' groaned Wooyoung. 'We'll do it later.'

A sudden idea crossed Yeonjun's mind. It was probably the dumbest idea ever, seeing how much his stepmother despised him, but it's worth a try, isn't it? He should totally try to ask if he can go to the dance. What could go wrong?

He stepped out from the kitchen with the broom still in his hand. His stepmother was sitting by the dining table reading something while Wooyoung and San resumed the video game they were playing against each other.

'Mother' spoke up Yeonjun, making his stepmother look up. He hated calling her mother just as much as she hated being called mother by Yeonjun, but it's not like he could call her Mrs Choi...

'What is it?' she asked. Yeonjun gulped.

'I just overheard that you mentioned the school dance and... I was thinking... if I could go too?' he asked quietly. His question made Wooyoung and San pause the game and turn around to listen to the conversation.

'You? To the school dance? Why?' asked his stepmother. Yeonjun sighed and reached for the folded up crumpled flyer in his back pocket, handing it to Mrs Choi.

'Because I've never been to one... and all years are welcome and... Beomgyu will be there too' he finished awkwardly. Mrs Choi hummed while looking at the flyer. Yeonjun could hear Wooyoung and San snicker at his words.

'Oh come on! Yeonjun at a school dance?' laughed Wooyoung.

'Maybe he actually believed when I said Choi Soobin would pick him over you' snorted San, making both of them laugh even harder. Yeonjun blushed and turned away. Maybe this was a bad idea. What was he even thinking? His stepmother would never let him go to the party anyways-

'Boys, shh!!' shushed them suddenly their mother, making them shut up with wide eyes. Mrs Choi never, never took Yeonjun's side instead of theirs. She turned back to Yeonjun. 'Okay. You can go' she said. San and Wooyoung gasped.

'Mom!!' they exclaimed in sync while Yeonjun's face turned into a wide smile of disbelief. He can actually go?!

'IF!!' held up a finger his stepmom. 'You finish all your chores in time' she added. Yeonjun nodded frantically.

'Don't worry! I'll finish everything!' he promised.

'And of course if you manage to get yourself a suit by then' finished Mrs Choi and turned back to her book. Yeonjun was grinning from ear to ear as he turned around and skipped his way towards the stairs, rushing up to his room in the attic. He had to tell about this to Beomgyu immediately.

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'OH MY GOD!!!' screeched Beomgyu into the phone.

'I KNOW!!' exclaimed Yeonjun too, laying on his bed with the phone against his ear. 'I can't believe I'm going to a school dance! This is too good to be true...' his voice faltered and his smile dropped.

'What is it, hyung?' asked Beomgyu concerned.

'That's the problem! This is too good to be true, Beomgyu! It went way too easily... if she doesn't stop me from going then my stepbrothers will' said Yeonjun worriedly.

'Oh, don't overthink it! Everything will turn out fine!' assured him Beomgyu. 'What are you going to wear?' he asked.

'Well, I still have the outfit I wore on the bitch's and Dad's wedding... it's formal enough for a masquerade ball' thought out loud Yeonjun. His heart clenched at the thought of his father. He would be so happy to know that Yeonjun is going to the school dance!

'Then you are basically ready! Even though I would've rather hoped for you to have a grand entrance where everyone's eyes are on you' sighed Beomgyu.

'Whatever' waved it off Yeonjun, then he looked at the time. 'Oh, I have to go now. I'm having a tutoring session with the twins' he said.

He quickly said goodbye to Beomgyu and gathered his things, then went down the stairs. He was putting his shoes on when San stormed out of his room.

'Yeonjun!!' he yelled after him. Yeonjun turned back from the doorway. 'Are you going tutoring?' asked San.

'Yes' said Yeonjun suspiciously. San shoved a trash bag in his hand.

'Take this out if you're leaving anyways' he said.

'What's this?' asked Yeonjun.

'Old clothes and stuff. Throw them out or donate them or whatever. We don't need them' shrugged San and walked back to his room.

Curiosity got the best of Yeonjun and he put the bag down to take a look into it. His eyes widened at the sight of the clothes. Most of them looked to be either brand new or barely used. On top of the bag he immediately saw a shirt that was way better than his.

Yeonjun hummed. Well, San said he can do with them whatever as they don't need this stuff anymore. That means he can also recycle them for his own outift, doesn't it?