Dancing King

Chapter 11

I got nothing for this blurb on with the show.

So I did a whoopsie and accidently published an unfinished chapter 14 so to make up for that I will post the finished chapter 11 instead.
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Junmyeon's POV

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I sat slumped in my homeroom seat, feeling utterly exhausted. My nightmare last night drained me something awful. Long afterward I lay awake, scared to close my eyes in fear of what was the plague me if I did. The small, sane part of my brain new I was being irrational, but another part silenced it quick, saying it was more realistic than I thought. What if it was all a facade? Maybe I really didn't have any support.

"You look like shit," a cheery voice said above me. I looked up at Baekhyun, arching an eyebrow. He wasn't in my homeroom. "Calm down, I'll be going soon. We're just worried. You've acted like a zombie all day." I debated what all to tell him. Obviously I wasn't bringing up my dream. I wasn't sure if I would bring it up to anyone ever. "Is it true?" Baekhyun asked suddenly.

"Is what true?" I asked, my heart rate picking up speed. I had a hunch I knew what he was talking about.

"Your crush of course," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I hushed him quick, glancing around, but no one payed us a lick of attention. I turned a murderous gaze to him, but he simply smiled down, looking triumphant. "So you are," he concluded. "Kyungsoo never did say who. So who is the lucky lady." I averted my gaze, growing quiet. All they did was assume. Slowly, I shook my head. "Ah, that's why," Baekhyun said. "Gotcha." A bell ringing in the background, however, stopped his conversation short. "We'll talk later," he whispered. "Then you can tell me all about them." And with that he left. I groaned and laid my face on the table, closing my eyes.

"Fun talk?" I didn't even glance up as Kyungsoo sat beside me. "I walked in a few seconds after Baekhyun. Sorry I should've stopped him." I said nothing, the events from last night playing over and over in my head. It might've been just a dream at the time, but it very well could've turned into my reality. And I had no idea how to handle the thought. "You know he means well," Kyungsoo added. "He's also your friend. He wants you to be happy." But again I said nothing, trying desperately to swallow the large lump forming in my throat.

Homeroom was usually a time for studying, which is what I should've been doing, but instead I kept my head on the table, fighting back tears one moment and fighting back a numbing feeling spreading through me the next. Kyungsoo sat quietly beside me, occasionally carding a hand through my hair but mostly leaving me to my thoughts. The general buzz of the classroom faded until it was nothing more than a dull whir in my skull. How did a dream affect me so badly? It never had before.

"You okay?" I started as Kyungsoo spoke. "Sorry. You've just been acting strange all day. Are you alright?" A shake of my head, still face down. His hand found my hair again. "Wanna talk about it?" he asked. Another shake of my head. I couldn't process everything I'd manifested, and while I usually turned to Kyungsoo for words of wisdom, I felt this was one battle that was mine to fight alone. "I'm here if you need me," he added at last.

"Thank you," I said softly, the first words I'd spoken since Baekhyun left. Kyungsoo made a noise, but it was hard to decipher. Might have been from satisfaction at finally getting a reaction out of me. Also might have been a sound of worry because I hadn't been responding much before. Either way. I didn't lift my head again until the bell rang. Then I did something I hadn't done since year nine. Foreign studies was a paper assignment, which we had until the end of the week to complete, so I skipped out on class, instead passing fading walls and rusted doors, opening into a world of sweet aromas and vibrant colors. I sat on the beach again, this time moved to the side, seated next to Sehun's precious lilacs and a few rows of red and yellow tulips.