𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢| ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ {hiatus}

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When we entered the dance room, there was a crowd. The crowd was mostly made up of the girls, while the boys were in the back looking jealous. Mark starts, "What's that crowd all about?"

"I'd like to know the same thing," sarcasm lacing my voice.

As we walk closer, a familiar voice calls out, "Alright, alright everyone. Make some room for him."

Everyone started to disperse to their usual spots. We followed suit. Standing next to our teacher, Ten, was a boy. He looked about the same age as everyone else though.

Our dance class didn't have time to hire an instructor, so the students had to elect candidates. Ten, at the time, was a close friend of one of the students. One day, he came to teach a class and show off his skills. When the time came, it was an unanimous vote for Ten.

The boy speaks, "Hello, my name is Lee Taeyong. I'm new, and I'd like some friends." He flashed a bright smile.

All of the girls in the room were squealing. I lean towards Mark, "He is pretty cute."

He scoffs, "I guess."

Taeyong looked a bit uncomfortable, so we called him over. I introduced myself, "I'm Jiwoo and this is Mark. We're pretty chill; no need to worry about us fangirling." He nods and we made room for him.

Ten claps his hands together, "Before we start class, let's have Taeyong do a freestyle to give us a taste of his style. Would everyone like that?"

The class started to cheer and chant his name. Taeyong, on the other hand, looked a bit anxious. Mark reassured him, "Don't mind them. Just be yourself."

And with that, the floor was cleared and Ten blasted a song through the speakers. Taeyong nodded his head to the beat— getting the feel of the music. A little known fact to us dancers: it only takes 8 beats for a dancer to get the general feel of the music.

Taeyong moves his body with small but sharp isolations. He had control. His movements were wild yet had a sharp twist. His groove was very original, gaining him praise. Smooth yet powerful. Taeyong's dancing has textures. He is never always standing, nor always on the floor. He is a fantastic dancer.

When Taeyong had finished, the room erupted with applause. Taeyong shyly bowed, and walked back to us.

Mark stood there dumbfounded, while I was completely amazed. I shut Mark's jaw, "THAT WAS FREAKING AMAZING. Where did you learn how to dance like that?"

He scratches his head, "Thanks..."

•

Our classes went on, then came lunch. I usually eat in the dance room, but today I went to the cafeteria. Before I could even take three steps, I hear my name being called. "JIWOO IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS OVER HEAR, YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT."

I ignore Yoo. I'm trying to eat— why can she not understand that. If she wants to talk, she's the one getting up.

I continue to walk in line, getting my food. When I was going to my usual place to sit, Mark called me over. He was sitting with his friends, "Want to sit with us? We left a seat for you."

I was surprised they left me a seat. Their table needs to be the size of a small conference table since there a good number of them .

"Sure, why not."

We all kind of sat there until Mark broke the silence, "This is Jiwoo and everyone can introduce themselves."

Taeyong was first, "You already know me from earlier. There's no need for introduction."

"I'm Jaehyun, but we've met before sweetheart." He winks and I scoff.

A black haired boy waves, "I'm Johnny and you're pretty cool from what I've heard."

"You've heard about me?"

"Of course! Mark is always talking about you—"

Mark interrupts, flustered, "THANK YOU, NEXT."

Everyone laughs while Mark hits Johnny. "I'm Doyoung, pleased to meet you."

I smile, "You know, you really resemble a bunny."

"I get that a lot." He smirks.

All of a sudden, a finger taps my shoulder. "I don't know why you even approached us, and sat here. They're all crazy."

I stare in question at the boy. "Oh, my bad. I'm Taeil: the one that tries to keep them all in line."

"Oh..." I smile.

•

We all had finished eating and were talking. Johnny catches our attention, "So Jiwoo... How do you like Mark so far? It's not like he's a very social person."

"He's cool. He can dance and has the same interests as I do— even though we met this morning. Mark's also my first guy friend—" I was cut off by everyone's 'ooo~.' Do they ever shut up?

I looked over at Mark who was hitting Johnny at a rapid speed. How cute.

This group of boys friendship is so strong, I can feel it. They're all so open to everyone and everything. Being within the same vicinity as them, makes me feel so warm.

"We should exchange numbers with Taeyong and Jiwoo. That way we can add them in the group chat, heheheh" Taeil says with excitement. Never have I ever heard someone 'heh' so well in real life.

We all took out our phones, and Taeyong and I were added into their contacts. Jaehyun sent a text to the chat, but when we opened the chat,  the screen appeared. I looked at Mark, knowing that he saw it too. But when I looked at everyone else, they shared the same expression as Mark and I. At that moment, it felt like the world had stopped. We all knew what each of us was thinking, yet we were too shocked to get it out. Mark and I exchange glances, speaking to one another without opening our mouths. Mark broke the silence with a bit of humor.

"I guess this game can be multiplayer too, huh?"

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aye, aye, aye. the self- filmed m/v for fly away with me was BEAUTIFUL. i totally didn't cry. anyways,,, i'm making a dance account on ig it's called [saracha.dance].  nothing has been posted yet, but i'm going to have covers and some of my own choreo featured as well. i hope you all liked the chapter:)