𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ― 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐄

02

YUTA stood patiently, adidas sports bag slung over his shoulder. he wore a dark grey sleeveless shirt, his muscles barely visible, but taeyong definitely saw it. the older boy's cheeks were pink, eyes averting yuta's every moments that could cause his shirt to accidentally give taeyong a peek at his well toned abs.

taeyong was currently panicking, running around their dorm in grey sweats and a nice green hoodie. he couldn't find his bag he usually brought to dance. yuta smirked at the older. "take your time hyung, we have plenty of time." he drawled. then, his eyes widened in adoration when he realized what taeyong looked like. "aww, hyung you look like a watermelon!" yuta teased, laughing at how cute the older was.

taeyong reddened. "s-shut up." yuta's laugh was as beautiful as his smile. it was contagious. he was glad he was making friends with such an outgoing person. maybe yuta could help him crawl out of his shell.

he face palmed himself. "aGH! where did i put it?" taeyong groaned in frustration. yuta glanced around the room. he stopped at taeyong's bed, noticing a purple bag jammed between the bed and the wall. he grabbed it and handed it to taeyong. "this it?" he asked. taeyong nodded, embarrassed. "hyung, are you that old that you're losing your vision?"

taeyong tensed. "hey! nakamoto yuta, restpect your elders!" he shouted at the younger. taeyong liked this, —this playfulness or whatnot. it was fun teasing each other. yuta let out a 'pfft.' "respect your elders!!" he emphasized elders. taeyong huffed and stuffed his clothes in his bag.

"let's go."
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luckily, as yuta predicted, they weren't late. taeyong gasped, eyes widening in excitement when he saw a certain brown haired boy inside the studio. he was lithe and skinny, but he still had muscles showing through his tight black shirt. yuta wondered who he was.

"sicheng!" taeyong screeched and gave the boy a big hug, almost tumbling both of them to the ground. classmates stared in wonder. yuta walked up to stand behind taeyong. "hey, you ignored me the whole summer!" taeyong scolded, pinching one of sicheng's cheeks.

"ow, ow, ow, ow— i'm sorry hyung! jaehyun wanted to come to china with me and we were busy..." sicheng complained, swatting taeyong's hand away. yuta could tell these two were really close. sicheng looked young, maybe a few months younger than both of them, and it seemed like he was used to taeyong babying him. who's jaehyun though? yuta wondered.

sicheng finally spotted the other male behind taeyong. he was handsome and for some reason staring at him like he was a piece of trash. "uh, who's that..." sicheng asked shyly. like taeyong, he was cautious around strangers.

taeyong spun around to face yuta. "oh! this is yuta. he's from japan and he's my roommate! i think you guys will be great friends," taeyong smiled happily. yuta looked at him in awe. how was someone so positive everyday? turning back to sicheng, he gave a playful grin. "hi! i'm nakamoto yuta, nice to meet you," he stuck out his hand. sicheng shook it slightly.

"i'm dong sicheng from china." he murmured. taeyong gave the boy another hug.

"literally a dance prodigy! he attended the beijing academy of dance when he was younger, but his parents moved here! i'm so jealouuus though, i'm not as good as you," taeyong boasted. yuta chuckled. taeyong was extremely energetic, maybe from the large green tea with extra sugar he had this morning. the cherry haired boy might have shouted it out loud; their classmates who were chit chattering stared at sicheng in awe. the chinese boy hissed and whacked taeyong on the shoulder.

"now the attentions all on me," he whined. taeyong shook his head, smirking, as if saying, 'you spoke to soon,' and pointed at the studio door, where there was a handsome tall boy standing in the threshold. the whole class stared in astonishment as sicheng ran to him like a little puppy, arms wide open. yuta was guessing he was his boyfriend. what's it like to have a boyfriend? he wondered while staring at the two hugging tightly.

whispers were heard all around the room. "hey, that's jung jaehyun right? the guy from marketing?" "oh, that super handsome guy," "i'm envious," someone said as sicheng grinned widely when jaehyun pecked him on the forehead. taeyong walked up to jaehyun, giving him a handshake. yuta felt a little awkward standing in the middle of the studio. he wanted to follow taeyong but there were two other people he didn't know well. somehow noticing his distress, taeyong waved him over. yuta grinned and walked over, placing a hand on taeyong's shoulder. he introduced himself nicely, but when he told jaehyun his name, the other seemed to tense up.

taeyong on the other hand, was fidgeting nervously as yuta's large hands were placed on his shoulder. ( maybe he'll admit he was in a gay panic by a mere hand to shoulder contact ).

the teacher arrived after jaehyun left. class was enjoyable, at the least for taeyong, because he couldn't help but train his eyes on yuta. more specifically, his chest. yuta, whoever, was focused but not enough because he felt a pair of eyes following him. obviously, it was taeyong who was struggling a big because he only did dance for around four years. yuta kept an eye on him to make sure to give him tips later. sicheng was completely fine, maybe bored even. they learned simple things, types of dances and where their origin was from. after class sicheng complained that he should've just chose a higher level of dance because this class was too 'kiddy'.

"you're just too great for this school," taeyong teased. "you should be the teacher instead!" winwin scoffed and mumbled something about taeyong suggesting ridiculous ideas again. the chinese boy's eyes were trained on his phone, fingers tapping away quickly. suddenly, he whipped around to face taeyong, eyes sparkling. "oh my god, jaehyun just texted me that ten and johnny are here too!" taeyong whooped, happy that his little group of friends were all in the same university.

turning around to yuta excitedly like a little puppy, he grabbed yuta by the shoulders and gently shook them excitedly. "you have to meet my friends!" he squealed. yuta bit his bottom lip, and tried hard not to crack a wide smile at how cute taeyong was. yuta swore his insides melted and his stomach definitely did multiple flips.

"alright, alright," yuta chuckled, and they all walked downstairs to greet taeyong and sicheng's friends, but something rang a bell in the back of yuta's head. 'ten... why is that nickname so familiar?'

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