Shall we Dance?

"I Got Lectured By A Bunny"

"So this is how my supposed to be friends and sister betrayed me" Yuta said, laying his head on the table.

"So long story short, you don't want your sister to be happy on her wedding?" The guy asked as he packed his things away. His orange coloured locks fell in front of his eyes as he looked down at his bag. To be honest, Yuta didn't even know his name.

"That's not that! Weren't you listening?" The Japanese male cried out, banging his head onto the table. God, this is why he talked to him over the last twenty minutes?

"I was, even though we don't even know each other" the guy said and looked at Yuta. "And from what I understood, your sister only wants you to dance with her on her wedding, on the most important day of her life, and you don't want to provide her that." He said and stood up from his seat.
"And from my point of view, your friends only want the best for your sister. And if you don't give her this little joy in life, then you're a really shit sibling" And with that, he left Yuta alone, storming out of the classroom.

Yuta pouted as he looked at the guy's back. What does that guy know? He looked like a damn bunny, after all.
Yuta lay his head on the desk, pressing his cheek against the cold surface. It felt good. He felt his head start to hurt. This was his last class that day, but he still needed to go and meet with the dance instructor, and that was the last thing he currently wanted to do. He wasn’t cut out for dancing, and he knew this very well. It was just rest of the world, who didn’t want to agree with him, and made him look like a bad person.
He had been scolding and questioning himself mentally in every five minutes. Was he really that bad person because he didn’t want to take dance lessons? He will go to them eventually, and he will learn those dances in the end either way, but… Was it really that big thing to at least try and act selfish just once?

Yuta let out a long breath, and banged his forehead into the table once. Then once again. Then once again, just a little weaker this time, because the previous two hurt like bitch. Then once again. And he would have done it once again if it wasn’t for the hand catching his forehead before it could have touched the table once more.

“Yah, don’t hurt the table. It might catch your stupidity” Johnny’s familiar voice calmed Yuta down. Sometimes. This wasn’t one of those moments, so Yuta just snorted, and let his head be supported by the elder’s hand.

“I directly infect it with stupidity, so when you sit here at exams, it will infect you, too, and then you will fail all your classes, then you won’t be able to graduate, and then nobody would hire your stupid ass and you will die on the streets alone and cold” Yuta said, and let his head fall onto the desk, when Johnny pulled his hand away.

“At least you won’t be alone when you beg for food at the stations. We’ll do it together” Johnny said, looking down at Yuta with judging eyes. Yuta turned his head to side and finally looked back at his best friend.

“Jaehyun will feed us anyway. And give us a place to live” Yuta said, and Johnny nodded.

“True.” he sighed and sit down next to the Japanese guy. He lay his head onto the table so he was facing Yuta. Only two or three students were still in the lecture hall, and even if there were more of them, no one payed attention to them. Not anymore. At first, everyone thought they were together, but then when they finally cleared the rumours, neither of them cared anymore.

“Johnny”

“Hm?”

“I got lectured by a rabbit” Yuta said, pouting childishly. The corner of his lips turned downwards like a kid’s when he was about to cry. Johnny lifted his head up from the table, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.