Movement, screaming, and stomping could be heard from the outside of Seventeen's practice as they were busy preparing for their comeback.
They head wireless earbuds on to prevent the risk of leaking any songs. Most had only one earbud, so they could hear Hoshi's instructions and advice.
"Okay, let's try the beginning again. S.Coups try not hitting anyone in the face this time," Hoshi explained as they all lined up shoulder to shoulder in the back.
S.Coups nodded and the music started again.
All was going well until a set of clicks and camera flashes went off, causing a few of the boys to collide and land in a dog pile.
Everyone looked up at Yeongho who was in the corner with his camera glued to his eyes.
"Uh... did I do that?" He asked.
Hoshi seemed like he was about to flip a nonexistent table when he took a deep breath and counted quickly to 10.
"Yeongho? Do you mind stepping out a bit? Our comeback is coming soon and we really need to practice," Hoshi explained.
"Oh...uh...yeah! Sure. I need to proofread some of my writers' papers for the newsletter, so I'll be fine," Yeongho packed his camera and closed the door on his way out.
When it was shut, the stomping and occasional scream rang out again in the practice room.
Yeongho sighed and looked at his camera to check the photos. He deleted the blurry ones and kept examining them until he noticed the door on the other side of the hall wide open.
"Hm? The art room? Don't Mark and Lyn come here for lunch?" Yeongho asked out loud and entered.
The room was empty except for drying art pieces and two half open backpacks lying on one of the tables. Yeongho looked around and started hearing music in the room.
"Where is that coming from?" He wondered to himself.
He walked around and listened to the music. When he found the place where the music was at its loudest, he stopped.
"Who plays music in the supply closet?" Yeongho asked himself.
He opened the door and went into the room and noticed the secret door hidden behind the supplies. He put his hand around the doorknob and swung it right open, revealing two people sitting in front of a computer in the middle of dance room.
"Wow." He stated, causing the two people to turn around. "Oh, Mark and Lyn, what are you two doing here?"
"Uh... Just stuff," Lyn said, exchanging nervous glances at Mark.
"Oh, is that the YKR home page? That's cool. I didn't know they had one. I mean, of course, I did it's just that it hasn't been released yet..." Yeongho though for a moment and looked around.
Hanging on the wall were the masks that the secret dancers wore and a flag with the emblem.
"Wait, is this their practice room? Oh my gosh, that is amazing! How did you guys find it? I mean I would think that they would be behind a art supply closet. Like, I thought it would be a secret floor in the school. I don't understand why they would tell you two their secret place, though. It's a bit weird," Yeongho sounded confused.
Mark had a "are you kidding me" look on her face.
Yeongho gasped for a moment. "You guys must know what they look like right? Do you have pictures of them? Are you friends with them? That must be so cool. And awesome because they trust you with that secret."
"Yeah, we have a picture of them. A lot actually Lyn can show you Y and I'll show you K," Mark explained.
The two girls showed Yeongho their phones which showed selfies of themselves.
"Are you sure this is them? These are only selfies of you two," Yeongho stared at pictures intently.
"3 ... 2 ... 1," Lyn whispered.
"Oh! You guys are-? And this is your-? And those masks-?" Yeongho said.
"SPEAK. FULL. SENTENCES." Mark said shaking him.
"That's amazing," He stated.
Lyn grabbed a broom and walked over to Yeongho and started slapping him constantly in the head.
"Don't. You. Dare. Tell. Anyone." Lyn screamed after each time she hit him.
"Okay, okay I won't," Yeongho said putting his hands up in mercy.
"Lyn stop." Mark said and Lyn put the broom down.
Mark handed Yeongho and huge stack of paper.
"I need your signature on all of these. This is a contract stating you won't spill the secret and the list of consequences. We'll also need your social security number, your address, phone number, fingerprint, and we'll have someone swipe through your camera just to makes sure you didn't capture anything." Mark said as Yeongho was taken aback by the heavy stack of paper.
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A/NSORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IM SORRY I WAS BUSY AND JUST GOT TO THIS. Anyway, school is coming up soon which means I actually might be updating more because I use this to procrastinate. (I hope you like the chapter. And have a great day!"
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