Through Glass Windows | Yugbam [DISCONTINUED]

Heartless

I dragged my pencil across my paper in an attempt to make it look like I was writing notes. Civics didn't interest me, and I always got high grades on tests, so I didn't bother with note taking.

Early morning light shone on my paper from the window I sat next to. The teacher droned on and on as I contemplated ways to kill myself in order to get out of this class.

After thirty more minutes of everyone getting a good nap in, the bell rang. I sighed in relief​ and quickly made my way out of the classroom, then headed to the cafeteria.

I wasn't particularly fond of the cafeteria, there were too many people in too little an amount of space.

I got my lunch and sat down with one of the only people I talked to, Park Jinyoung.

Per usual, he had his nose in a book and didn't notice me sit down across from him. I had to nudge him to get his attention.

"What?" He said and looked up at me, annoyance apparent on his pretty face.

"Well gosh, I can't want to talk to my friend?" He rolled his eyes at me and focused on his book once again.

Jinyoung was a very attractive guy, and if he put himself out more instead of only paying attention to books, he could have anyone he wanted at his feet.

I settled on looking around the cafeteria at the various friend groups. Most of them were happily chatting away, comfortable in each other's presence. I didn't really roll like that. Jinyoung was the only person I ever ate lunch with, and usually it consisted of him reading and me going over dance moves in my head, or sleeping. I didn't feel very comfortable around most people, so I kept to myself.

Except for in dance.

Dance was the one place I could let loose. Dancer Yugyeom was much different from School Yugyeom. School Yugyeom avoided human interaction for the most part and went by unnoticed, whereas Dancer Yugyeom was open and social and full of passion.

It was almost like living a double life. The only people who knew the dancer me were the people I danced with, and most of them had no other classes with me or didn't go to high school.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the bell ring, announcing the end of lunch. Jinyoung had to nudge me much like I nudge him in order to get my attention.

"Come on Yugyeom, the bell rang." He said.

I quickly thanked him and grabbed my bag, then high tailed it out of the cafeteria. It was finally my favorite part of the school day.

I walked as fast as I could to my next class, the dancer me itching to get out on the floor and let loose. Dance was like a drug, and I was hopelessly addicted.

I made it to the studio first, like usual. I was lucky to go to a high school where they put a lot of money into the arts, resulting in a beautiful and modern dance studio that was like a second home to me.

My bag was thrown aside as I made my way to the sound system and plugged my phone in. Even though I could always practice later, I always cherished these few minutes before class started that I had to myself. The instructor usually took a bathroom break around this time, so it really was just me.

I turned on Bryson Tiller's "No Longer Friends" and started bopping along to the music, getting into the beat. Almost as though it was of their own accord, my feet started moving in complicated ways and my body followed. I was enjoying freestyling, just me and the music together in harmony.

There was something soothing about dancing, when I danced it was like the rest of the world just fell away. That is probably why I didn't realize that some of my classmates had arrived until I was a good two minutes into the song.

"Looking good, Yug." I heard Momo call from the doorway. I whipped my head around to look at her, then grinned and stopped dancing. I walked over to the speakers again and unplugged my phone, then put it up.

"Trust me, I know." I replied.

Stepping into this studio was almost like becoming a different person, one who was charismatic and passionate, and actually talked.

Jimin and Jungkook walked in together, laughing presumably about something one of them had said. Jungkook waved to me and I waved back.

Slowly the rest of our class trickled in. Dance was the class that you didn't have to bother to show up early for, you just came when you wanted. Within reason of course. Ten and Rocky came in together, our instructor following.

"Hey, Taemin." Momo said to him. Taemin used to attend this school and took dance a couple of years ago, and now he worked here as the dance instructor. He didn't really care what we called him, so we all called him Taemin.

"Alright you chumps, let's get started by going over the combo we learned a few days ago." He said.

I smiled, anticipating and welcoming the sweat to come.

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A girl with soft looking brown hair stood in front of me, her head down and a letter in her hands as an offering to me. Chaejun was her name. We had a few classes together and I had spoken to her a few times when she asked me about assignments.

"Yugyeom oppa, please accept my confession." She said softly, her head still down. I felt very uncomfortable with her looking down and not up.

"Stop looking down please." I said.

She slowly lifted her head up and looked at me, revealing pink cheeks and doe-like eyes. She was a very cute girl.

"Yugyeom oppa, do you accept?" She asked me once again.

As much as I wanted to say yes and spare this girl's feelings, I knew it wouldn't be fair to her.

"No... I'm sorry."

Her face fell and her fingers tightly clutched the paper in her hands, crinkling it slightly.

"I should've listened when my friends told me that you were cold and heartless. At least now I know." She said and spun around, then walked away.

I sighed and looked up at the tree that stood tall and proud on the school's property. It had been there practically forever, and had been named Tree of Tranquility because of it's weird ability to make anyone feel calm just by sitting under it.

Cold and heartless, huh?

I wasn't completely unfamiliar to confessions, but it's not like they happened everyday. I still felt bad when I had to turn a girl away. I just didn't have the capacity in my life to like someone, dance took up too much of it.

I sighed again and headed back inside, too much of my dancing time used up already. I had permission to use the dance room every day after school, and I did just that. Chaejun had asked me to meet her by the Tree of Tranquility right after school, so I couldn't go straight to the dance room today.

The halls that were usually filled kids were empty now, and it made me feel like I was the only one on the planet. It was a nice feeling.

I made it to the dance studio and spent a good portion of the evening dancing my heart out, my heart that had no room for anything else.

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