𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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Ten stood by his locker in the dance studio, spinning his combination into the lock. He bought himself a locker in the main dance studio because he was always there, so why not keep his dance things in the locker room of the studio?
He swung the door open and froze. Stuffed inside was a bunch of red roses and cards with red hearts drawn on the crumpled white paper. He swallowed thickly, pulling the gifts out of the small locker. A whole bunch fell onto the floor at his feet, and he sighed, blankly staring at them.
Ten was used to getting gifts on Valentine's Day, but he'd be lying if he said he liked them. He despised Valentine's Day, he thought the premise was so stupid, and he hates getting gifts from "secret admirers".
He scanned through the cards and notes, then paused on one, raising an eyebrow curiously. He flipped the envelope over, a little confused.
Why is a note for Kun in my stash? Ten thought to himself. The person must know that we're in a group together and thought that I'd pass the letter on.
Ten pocketed the envelope in the back pocket of his jeans, then scrunched all the other remaining letters in his hands. He reached into his locker and grabbed out the roses, still wondering how all these people accessed his locker. He checked the card on the roses, and felt his face burst into a burning red flush.
They were from Johnny.
He covered his mouth, eyes flying wide. He felt nauseous to his stomach, but not in an unpleasant way. Like...butterflies. His heart hammered rapidly in his chest, and Ten pressed his hand to his chest, trying to calm it down.
Only Johnny could evoke this kind of reaction from him. He didn't really understand it, he couldn't fathom the kind of emotion he was feeling. He felt anxious, flustered and kind of bashful? He wasn't usually like this—it was always Johnny that made him feel this way.
Is this a panic attack? Ten questioned himself in panic, breathing through his nose long and hard to try and calm his erratic heart down. I'll...thank Johnny for the roses and I'll ask Taeyong what this feeling is. He might know.
With the bunch of roses tucked into his arm and the scrunched letters and cards in his hand, he shut his locker, locking it, before turning and walking out of the locker room. On his way out, he dropped the letters into the bin.
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Kun walked along in the hallway, heading for the library to do some quiet study alone. He had his earphones in, blocking out the world. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and he jumped around in shock, staring down at the amused face of Ten. The smaller male had a bunch of roses in his arm, and his cheeks were a little pink. Kun paused his music, looking at Ten expectantly.
