Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
(I would recommend listening to The Beginnings by Flawed Mangoes after this song. This chapter is really long.)
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WOOYOUNG
Focus. Focus, Jung Wooyoung, now is not the fucking time.
Wooyoung stared at the audience already sitting at the main hall from back stage and felt his legs shake. The sequence of those performing went class by class. And Wooyoung's class was third to go so at least he'd watch ten people before his turn. He returned back to the dressing room, to stare at his reflection. His outfit was something basic: a pair of jeans ripped at the knees, a white shirt and a leather jacket. The main reasons Wooyoung decided to go with something simple asides from not necessarily having the money to an expensive outfit, was because he knew the dance he was about to do would be too much and he needed to move around freely.
There was a resounding clap from the audience loud enough to tell Wooyoung that the first person had just finished. He left the dressing room to go to the toilets just to regulate his thoughts. It had been all over the place lately. Especially after the conversation with Seonghwa. After hearing such words, all he wanted to do was just call it quits, leave the school and transfer to another one which would be just as bad as his old one.
But Wooyoung was stubborn and wasn't too happy with the idea of throwing his dreams away over some guy who knocked reality into him. He'd been delusional for too long. It didn't mean that his heart wasn't aching every second he laid eyes on Seonghwa. But for just two weeks, Wooyoung chose to forget everything and focus on the competition.
One winner would be selected from each class on the first set. Then there would be some sort of grand finale where winners of each class compete against each other to have an over all winner. That would be the week after. He wanted to wash his face but remembered he'd actually put makeup on and couldn't risk it washing off. After all, Felix sort of ran into him and begged to do his makeup. Instead of washing his face, he decided to wash his hands.
Get it together.
He tried to think of something positive. Would any of his current friends be watching? What if he messes up the steps? Or break down mid performance? Or get too paralysed in fear from all eyes watching him? Then everyone would have a reason to ridicule him and make a mockery out of him. He rubbed his hands together much faster, the hot water almost splashing on to his face. The door swung open and Wooyoung turned his head to see Yeosang. He sighed out in relief, glad that it wasn't Jaesuk cause he hadn't had a break since that day.
