dancer ; layhun

EIGHT / mentor

"cause he's with me. am i right, sehun-ah?"

fck his pretty voice. isn't he tired to run in sehun's mind all night? as corny as that sounds, it really is what happened. zhang yixing's little smirk, his lust-lidded eyes, and his seductive voice.

"—rutherford was able to accomplish transmutation of nitrogen into oxygen." the words from his physics teacher (or was it chemistry? he doesn't even care) went pass by his ears. he tried to listen to the lesson but zhang freaking yixing just seem to like haunting him with his dimpled smile.

and his kiss.

"yah, sehun," jongdae judge him with his elbow, "i didn't see you and yixing hyung yesterday. where were you?" jongdae asked in a small voice, afraid he'd get caught by their teacher. the dancer flinch a little at the question because how come jongdae asked him that when he was just thinking about that.

trying to look nonchalant, which is something he ace, he says, "we went to get a drink. that's all." the blonde male luckily didn't push it any further and just gives the taller a nod.

times have passed and sehun managed to write down some notes from the lesson. although he didn't write all of them but hey, at least he got something. beside him, jongdae's busy scribbling down from the moment the teacher spoke so sehun will just copy his to complete his half notes. when the bell rings, indicating that it is break time, sehun immediately stand up after putting his things in their original places and put them in his bag. he sling the strap to his shoulder before glancing at the smaller. "hey, can i copy your notes?"

jongdae halts on putting his pencil to his dark green pencil case, raising a brow at the taller. "what notes?"

"i saw you scribble down things on your paper, you were writing down the notes, right?" sehun blink once. "i saw the numbers and all."

"sehun, i was counting how much money i would spend if i buy three cheetos and do i still have some money left to buy a collar."

sehun send the taller a confused frown, "i get the cheetos but why the collar? you don't even have a dog."

"for me when i hang out with baek 'coz he get lost a lot."

sehun's confused face change into a deadpnned one. "are you fcking kidding me?"

"nope, i'm not. seriously though, one moment baek will be beside you talking about his list of people he likes to bite and the next moment you'll find him sitting in the middle of the street." jongdae's tone were too serious to be taken lightly.

"he's probably the most random creature god ever made." jongdae nods, voicing his agreement. "you know what, let's skip." jongdae stares at him loke he's just seen a ghost.

"seriously?" sehun nods shortly. "for what reason?"

"dance practice."

"fyi, i don't dance." jongdae snarkly remarked.

"but you can sing."

jongdae hums, "that might work. but we need a mentor to make mr. cho let us go. so we'll have proof and he would let us go." jongdae purses his lips as he thinks, "who should it be? someone who can dance an—" jongdae abruptly stop in his sentence, his eyes widening in recognition. "i have an idea." jongdae quickly takes his phone from the table and rapidly tap the screen. sehun could only watch while cluthing the strap of his bag.

"let's go." sehun doesn't know where jongdae's taking him to but he assumed they are heading towards the teachers' lounge, searching for their homeroom teacher. and he was right. jongdae beams with a grin on his face when he sees a particular someone. "ah! mr cho! how are you today? is it just me or you look younger right now? the shirt really compliments yo—"

"just get to the point, wongdaen." mr cho said in a bored tone. probably too fed up to deal with jongdae's mouthful.

"it's jongdae." the said guy pouts at his mispelled name. their homeroom teacher never say his name right. it's actually pretty amusing for sehun to watch. wait, no, it's pretty fcking hilarious. "anyway, may we leave school now? we have practice with our mentor for our performance in art day."

"does it have to be now?"

"now is his only available time. i already asked him if he can give us time anytime but school hours, but he said he's full."

"who's your mentor?" their homeroom teacher asked. jongdae smirks as if he's been waiting for this one perticular question. the blond man lean forward, whispering something to their homeroom teacher's ear. whatever jongdae said makes mr cho's face drop, eyes widening. "you can go. don't make him wait."

sehun is dying to know what jongdae said. who's the mentor that able to make me cho agree so quickly like that? and

"alright. goodbye, mr cho!" jongdae and sehun bow down at him before leaving the room, jongdae dragging sehun with him, practically skipping away and sehun would facepalm himself if it wasn't for his strong want to leave the school.

"jongdae! who's the mentor? is he real? what did you say to mr cho? how come he reacted like that?"

"you'll see, sehun." sehun fasten his pace, eager to know who the mentor is. and when jongdae stops in steps, he does too.

"ready to go? get in." the said mentor is leaning on his car, finger twirling the car keys. the guy gives them a smirk, blowing on his bubble gum until it pops. jongdae makes his way towards him and offer him a fist to bump, the two sharing a grin.

"c'mon sehun!" sehun finally comes back to earth, going in the car after jongdae. he was still in daze.

kim jongin is their mentor.