𝗕𝘂𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽. 🚏 sunki

🍵 7 p.m. - 𝘊𝘏. 02

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴."

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As Sunoo sat in his Design Fundamentals class, his mind kept drifting back to the boy with the mischievous grin and the dark blue umbrella. He'd thought Riki's teasing would be annoying, but instead, it left him strangely... intrigued. Sunoo shook his head, refocusing on the professor's words about line, form, and balance in fashion design.

When the class ended, he grabbed his sketchbook, doodling as he walked to the cafeteria. He was so focused on a sketch that he nearly ran straight into a group of students at the door. Apologizing quickly, he stepped aside and continued his path, only to hear a familiar voice call out.

"Yo, umbrella hog!"

Sunoo looked up, surprised to see Riki leaning casually against the wall, his headphones hanging around his neck and his signature smirk in place.

"Oh, it's you," Sunoo said, trying to sound casual. "What are you doing here?"

"Meeting some friends for lunch," Riki replied, falling into step beside him. "But you looked too busy to notice anyone else. What's got you so focused?"

Sunoo flushed, holding up his sketchbook. "I, uh... I was working on some ideas. For my design project."

Riki took the sketchbook from him, flipping through the pages without asking. Sunoo felt a surge of panic but let him look, curious to see what Riki thought.

"Not bad, Sunoo," Riki said, nodding with genuine admiration. "You're studying fashion design, right? These are good. This one here..." He pointed to a rough sketch of a modern, oversized blazer with unique cutouts. "I'd wear that."

Sunoo felt a thrill at the compliment. "Really?"

Riki shrugged, returning the sketchbook. "Yeah. Got any other pieces I might like?"

Sunoo laughed, feeling more at ease. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied. "And what about you? What are you studying?"

"Music production," Riki said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Working on some tracks right now, but my side gig is teaching dance classes."

"Dance?" Sunoo asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type."

"Oh, I seem like an umbrella hero but not a dancer?" Riki teased, his grin widening. "I'm a man of many talents."

Sunoo chuckled, feeling unexpectedly comfortable around him. "Well, maybe I'll have to see for myself one day."

Riki's eyes gleamed. "How about tonight? I'm teaching a class at 7. You should come."

Sunoo hesitated. He had a lot of work to catch up on, but something about Riki's inviting gaze made it hard to say no. "I don't know..."

"Come on, fashion boy," Riki coaxed, nudging him with his elbow. "Who knows? You might get some 'inspiration.' Or you might even learn a move or two," Riki finished, winking.

Sunoo sighed, trying to hide his smile. "Fine, fine," he relented, rolling his eyes playfully. "I'll come. But I'm just observing, okay? Don't expect me to be your star student."

"Deal," Riki replied, clearly pleased. "I'll save you a spot up front."

They parted ways after lunch, with Sunoo heading to his next class but finding it nearly impossible to focus. His mind kept wandering to that evening. What would it be like to see Riki dance? Sunoo had always admired dancers for their fluidity and expression, but Riki brought something different—a kind of effortless charm that made his movements even more captivating.

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When 7 p.m. rolled around, Sunoo found himself at the dance studio, clutching his sketchbook like a lifeline. The space was lively, with students stretching, chatting, and warming up to upbeat music. Sunoo spotted Riki on the far side, demonstrating a routine to a few students.

Riki caught sight of him and waved, gesturing for him to come closer. "Right on time, umbrella hog!" he called out, drawing a few amused glances from the other dancers.

Sunoo felt his cheeks flush. "I'm just here to watch, remember?" he reminded, trying to sound confident.

Riki chuckled. "Sure, sure. But you're not going to get much out of it from back there." He nodded toward an open spot right near the front. "Come here. This way, you'll get a close-up view of the magic."

Sunoo reluctantly moved to the front, leaning against the mirrored wall as he watched Riki command the room. The way Riki broke down each move, his confidence as he demonstrated, and the way he'd offer an encouraging word or tease someone who missed a beat—it was all magnetic. Sunoo found himself absorbed, almost forgetting he was supposed to be an observer.

After about half an hour, Riki announced a short break, walking over to Sunoo with that familiar teasing smile. "Having fun yet?"

Sunoo gave a small shrug, though he couldn't hide his excitement. "You're not bad," he admitted. "I can see why people come to your classes."

Riki laughed. "High praise coming from you, Mr. Fashion Designer." He tilted his head, eyes twinkling. "You know, you'd be even better up here if you actually joined in."

Sunoo's eyes widened. "Wait... you want me to dance?"

"Just try it," Riki encouraged. "It's just a few moves, nothing too hard. And who knows? Maybe you'll find a spark for your designs in the movement."

Sunoo looked around, feeling self-conscious but intrigued. "Fine," he muttered, his competitive streak flaring up. "Show me."

Riki grinned, walking him through a simple routine, breaking down each step until Sunoo felt confident enough to try. He stumbled a few times, but Riki stayed by his side, offering guidance and the occasional teasing remark. Sunoo couldn't help but laugh as he got the hang of it, feeling a surprising sense of accomplishment when he finally matched Riki's movements.

By the end of the class, Sunoo was exhausted but exhilarated. The other students began to file out, and Riki walked him to the door.

"You did great," Riki said, a genuine smile on his face.

Sunoo beamed, surprised by how much he'd enjoyed himself. "Thanks. I wouldn't have thought I'd have so much fun dancing."

Riki shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. "Maybe it's because you had such a good teacher."

Sunoo rolled his eyes, laughing. "Sure, that's it."

As they stood there, Riki's expression softened a bit. "You know, you should come by more often. It'd be cool to see what kind of designs you'd come up with after watching some more dance."

Sunoo's heart skipped a beat. "Yeah... maybe I will," he replied, trying to keep his tone casual.

With a quick goodbye, he left the studio, his mind buzzing with ideas—and a certain dark-blue-umbrella-carrying, mischievous dancer who'd unexpectedly become his favorite source of inspiration.