They're Made of Glass | SEVENTEEN

03 | a dance with destiny

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I will kill you. Get your filthy, peasant hands off of him you sick, twisted little-

As Hansol lifted his arm for me to twirl under, Hyemi's rage-filled eyes disappeared as we moved deeper into the heart of the dance floor. Yeah, I totally screwed up.

So it turns out that my partner for the Fate Dance, the guy who had the exact same mask as the one Hyemi traded me, was Hansol. As in that Hansol, the one that Hyemi has been stalking on the Internet for quite some time now. And not only was I dancing with Chwe Hansol, I was being hit on by Chwe freaking Hansol.

He was even more corny than Wonwoo.

"Careful." He said, moving his hand down my back as we narrowly missed slamming into the couple behind us. Through the thin fabric of my dress, his touch spread like wildfire, making me shiver slightly as his firm hold on my back led me away from danger.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." He chuckled softly as he moved his hand back up (thank god). "You're cute."

So are you.

I shook my head, shaking the thought out of my mind. This is Hyemi's Hansol. I reminded myself. So, unless you want to wake up in an orphanage, I suggest you focus on getting through the night and not on Hansol's-

"Ai!" I yelped, looking down to see that Hansol had just stepped on my foot. His ears burned red as he quickly stepped back, bumping into a different couple behind us. Uttering out a quick apology, he turned back with a bright red face.

"Sorry." He mumbled shyly. Stay in your lane, Hansol.

I couldn't help but grin a bit at his reaction. Seeing me grin, Hansol darted his gaze down to the floor. His cheeks were still a bit red when he slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine in an adorably embarrassed way. He bit his lip, shifting nervously as I melted in my shoes.

"Are you a third year as well?" He asked. Third year?! This adorable puppy is a year older than me? Outrageous!

I shook my head. Hansol looked surprised.

"Second year then? I'm guessing you're not a first year since they're not allowed to attend the Invitational..." His words trailed off as his eyes watched me carefully through his mask. "Are you sure you're not a third year?"

"I'm a second year." I replied. "Why?" Hansol wrinkled his nose.

"But..."

"But what?"

"Nothing." He said with a shake of his head. Instead, he turned his attention back to me. A small smile tugged at his lips as we glided across the dance floor.

It was around the time Hansol had cracked another awful joke that I realized just how much fun I was having. There had been rumors about Goora High School students. I stumbled upon the most horrifying ones: bullying, suicides, rape, the list just never ended. Even Seokmin couldn't help but shudder every time the school was mentioned. But the things that went on in the school were oblivious to the eyes of the adults. It's just kids being kids, they would say.

But it wasn't just that. Like the small pond in the back corner of Inha's beloved garden, Goora High looked pretty on the surface. With so many awards and the nation's top students attending the school, no one ever questioned its prestige. Like the pond, it was pretty, nice, nothing out of the ordinary. But what no one knows is that Hyemi almost drowned in that supposedly "shallow" pond. That had me wondering what the students of Goora High were actually like.