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"Welcome to Daewon, how much trouble can you get into?"
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Daewon students are smart.
Daewon students are polite.
Daewon students are the epitome of promising young adults.
They are their parents...
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YeongMi was all emotions when she danced. She let go of any logical thoughts and lost herself in the movements.
It was the best way to dance, in her opinion. A way to be free, let go and move like you weren't tied to this world. It was magnificent, and liberating, and it never lasted long enough.
Namjoon did his best to keep up, and eventually they found a steady movement, standing close, close enough for their feet to be in danger of getting stomped.
It was something that couldn't be aired on just any television station. But that really wasn't a problem for them.
Their bodies were pressed against each other, their eyes boring holes as they stared tirelessly, their hands brushing against more than just their necks and shoulders.
If they weren't so wrapped up in each other, they would've noticed the people staring. They would have noticed Bora glaring holes into them as she brushed off all the boys who asked her to dance.
They would've thought about how they would get teased about this later, but instead they were thinking about the way the other felt on their body. It was vulgar, and perfect.
The thoughts in their minds weren't appropriate, and they definitely didn't fit into their stubborn dedication to their fight. But it was obvious that they didn't care in this moment. And that seemed to be the best for everyone.
Although for some, it may have been a close call between watching them at each others necks, and, well, at each others necks.
Somehow they ended up in the corner of the room, their dancing halting when Namjoon pressed YeongMi against the wall as he stared down at her.
"YeongMi, what's gotten into you?"
She resisted making a sexual joke about him, instead shrugging softly.
"Don't you usually want to kill me?"
"Don't remind me. Do you really care right now?"
"Yes," YeongMi slipped her fingers in the hem of his pants to hold him closer, and he shook his head. "Maybe not so much, right now."
YeongMi smiled, tilting her head towards his.
"You should probably make the most of it, Namjoon." There was a challenging tone in her voice, but it was something Namjoon could appreciate, much more welcome than the rage driven edge he had become used to recently. It reminded him of their early days, before things seemed to go wrong.
He hesitated for a moment before leaning into her, softly pressing his lips on hers.
The gentle nature quickly shifted, and they soon looked like one of those drunk couples at a party that had no problems with hardcore PDA. But it was a club, what else did people expect from the warring hormones in their teenage bodies?
They were lucky the two didn't head for a private room, bathroom, whatever worked for their distracted minds.
Namjoon had his hands on her hips, his long fingers just barely brushing her butt, enough to confuse accident with intent. She had one hand on his chest while the other ran through his hair, almost violently.
Their heartbeats hammered out of sync, and their bodies were hot with the intensity of their eager movements.
It was probably for the best when Yoongi smacked Namjoon's back, or else they would've gotten left behind while the others went back to the school.
After failing to hail a cab, they gave up and started the long walk back.
Hyjoon quickly found a place next to YeongMi. She stared at her with a smirk for more than half of the walk, making YeongMi uncomfortable before she finally talked.
"The fuck, what are you looking at me for Hyjoon?"
"Nothing, just, what was that back there, in the club?"
"Shut up Hyjoon, or next time I'll make sure Jin covers your eyes."
"Well, he was too busy covering Jungkook's - but wait! You just said next time. You just said next time. So there's going to be a next time. You admit it."
YeongMi cursed under her breath, shaking her head. "Psh, no way. I have no idea what you're talking about. I would never say that."
"Nope, you clearly said next time. YeongMi, you've been exposed." Hyjoon grinned, poking her shoulder.
"Whatever, go sneak into your room you stinking dumbass."
"Is that my designated insult from you now?"
"You should be honoured that you even get one, dumbass."
"So, that's a yes then."
Hyjoon was gone before YeongMi could spit back any clever retort.
The rest of the walk was silent. The knowledge had set in that they had classes in a few hours, and they weren't even close to being ready.
It was early in the morning when they finally got back to the school.
Naturally, they couldn't just walk in, so it was one of the nights that they spent split up in Namjoon's studio, and Yoongi's studio.
