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xiii. ljc

Lee Chan likes to keep peace.

You'd expect someone so young to get that easily, but his body more or less goes against him in that matter.

He knows he's always had a knack for moving his body—normal people would call it dancing, but he doesn't rank it as dancing, per se, he believes he doesn't groove well enough to consider his constant jittering dancing— especially when his teacher so subtly pointing out his unnecessary movements, perhaps too subtle, since he only realized that she was talking about him two years later.

That was in fourth grade, and he kept laughing along to his classmates when his teacher said 'I'd put that child in braces if I could afford it', not knowing that the resigned look in his teachers face as she stares at him while she says this was because of him constantly bobbing hid heato nonexistent music.

Honestly, he just wants to smack his fourth grade self; how could he miss that?

Maybe it's just because he's never been good at reading into anything implicit, he always needs to be told shit in a straightforward manner.

And he appreciates that it's what he got with his assigned senior, Jihoon, even if he seemed kind of closed off for the first few moments.

Chan tried to get what he liked for a while, which is peace, keeping his head low and talking only when he's addressed; he thinks Jihoon got kinda pissed at him, or not, he can't really tell if that's the usual tone of his voice.

Not that he'd get it if he could.

Chan's hands are clammy, tapping his bag straps with the beat in his mind, he bobs his head sometimes too; and if Jihoon noticed, he didn't mention it.

Chan warms up to Jihoon after a while, he honestly thought he didn't like him, and Chan wouldn't have minded that, he's not obligated to like him anyway; but when Jihoon brought him to their lunch table and introduced him to his friends (both of them are pretty cool, honestly), Chan got the gist that Jihoon actually likes him.

The free lunch was a nice bonus as well.

So, yeah, he's pretty glad. This can be counted as peaceful for him, at least he hasn't been pushed into a locker so far.

Seriously, that—and everything else it entails—is what he'd like to avoid in his entire stay here.

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It's the next day, and he has Jihoon next to him once again, groggy and silent, and Chan tries very hard to stop himself from breaking out his silly dance moves to cheer the older up.

He's not sure if he'll like it.

"The dance troupe should be open for auditions today," Jihoon says suddenly, startling Chan to look at him, "you should go ahead and try again."

Chan gives him a small smile, "Sure, hyung."

Jihoon gives him a small nod, scratching his eyes before jabbing his thumb towards the door to his right, "Aight, just tell me about it later at lunch, yeah? Can you make it to class alone?"

Not sure if the remark was sarcastic or not, Chan huffs, smiling at the smug look an Jihoon's face, opting not to answer the question and giving him a wave instead.

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Welcome, Dance Troupe hopefuls!
Come in, try-out, give it your best shot!

Chan stares at the note taped to the door of the auditorium and thinks, this is the most informal audition callout I've ever seen.