Gifted || Nakamoto Yuta || ON HOLD

0.06

This little red shoe is gonna be the death of me.

It keeps popping up in my face.

Apparently, I was assigned a partner. He has the tiniest feet. I'd possibly be gushing over the adorableness of his little toes if they weren't in my face.

"Did ya see my moves? Ain't they the coolest?"

"Uh huh I'm seriously impressed with your talent. Did you get in this school because of your insane dance skills?" I replied to him, not even bothering to look at his feet.

He pouted, probably noticing that I had ignored him for the past hour or so. "Do you even remember my name?" he asked.

"Um...yeah, It's like Ji something. Or maybe Jae. Sorry," looked down at my feet. He was cute like a baby. If this wasn't a school for higher grades, I would have thought he was in middle school.

"It's Jisung. Park Jisung."

"Oh"

"Now, I'm going to the only good place in this school, and you're gonna follow me."

Without waiting for my response, he rushed ahead through the hallways. What a great partner.

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We stopped in front of a pair of double doors. Above it, there was a sign that said Dance Studio.

I'd have never thought that a nerd school would have a place where people do actual physical activity. Dancing is one of the only things that I'm good at. Other than meddling with technology and stuff.

I pushed the door open and I was surprised at the sight of people actually there. I didn't know there were such things as athletic nerds.

"Yo Jisung, who's this chick?" somebody asked. He was shortish and had platinum blonde hair. He was unbelievably handsome, as were all the other guys at this place.

Now I know where to ask for a date.

"She's my assigned partner. Ain't she cute Ten?" he says, calling him Ten.

"Your name is Ten?" I questioned

"Yeah One through Nine were already taken," he says pointing to nine boys who were stretching behind him. Apparently he's part of a sort of cult where they associate themselves with numbers.

"Oh..wow."

"CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL GET YO BUTT OVER HERE BEFORE I WHACK IT TO JUPITER," a voice yells through the crowd.

Ten face palms himself. Ten was probably just a stage name for 'Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul'.

A tiny male makes his way over with a stern look on his face. He was adorable. Like unbelievably adorable. And handsome I guess. But more adorable.

"Whoa, Jaemin cool your own butt before mine gets whacked. There's a new girl apparently," he then turns to me. "Can you dance?"

"I guess so"

"Sweet. Jaemin go handle her. I'll get Yuta and Taeyong. Jisung, come with me and don't annoy the pretty chick."

I'm guessing he was a sort of playboy. Does a school like this even have such things as playboys?

But I still like being referred to 'The pretty chick'. At least it wasn't, 'The ungrateful, murderous, insane, psycho criminal.' I had gotten that name quite a bit of times.

Jaemin strutted over to me and put his hand on my shoulder, as if comforting me. "It's okay. I know that you're going through something. Everybody who spends more than a minute with Jisung tends to go insane at times."