Dancing King

Chapter 14

I literally just finished the last (kind of crummy) chapter, so here I am.

I'm feeling generous (not really I'm thirsty for votes and comments lol) so here's another update since I still have three chapters in the drafts.

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Junmyeon's POV

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Namjoon looked so relieved when I walked up the small staircase to the stage. Kyungsoo also shot me a smile. Dongmin and Jongdae were in their own little world at the moment, going back and forth on a skit we'd done previously. Jinyoung leaned against the back wall, watching everything with keen interest.

"Look who showed up!" Namjoon called. Jinyoung cackled from the back, but I just rolled my eyes. "Dae, Min, cut!" And both of them stopped mid-ramble, turning to look at our unofficial leader. "Alright, everyone remember the roles we gave out on Sunday?" Everyone but me nodded. I glanced around. "Don't worry Junmyeon we didn't forget you," Namjoon assured. "You're going to be the receptionist. Jongdae and Kyungsoo are going to be the two roommates paired together who shouldn't. Dongmin is another student just wanting to get his room assignment."

"What about you and Jinyoung?" I asked. Jinyoung shrugged. "Did you forget yourselves?" I asked innocently.

"Jinyoung and I will jump in as we see fit. And we can be whatever we think of, so stay sharp, all of you." Namjoon then pointed at a large desk set up in the middle of the stage, a blank notebook open on top and an overstuffed desk chair behind it. "Places!" We scurried to follow orders. I was aware of Yixing in the front row of seats, watching our every move. Hopefully he found us funny. I sat I the chair, donning a fake pair of round rimmed glasses. I smoothed my spikey hair down quick, then picked up a pen and began to mindlessly scribble, pretending I was busy reading and writing down room assignments.

"Hello?" I slowly looked up and blinked at Jongdae, who had a backpack slung over one shoulder, a little suitcase on wheels behind him. "I'm here for my room assignment." I glanced down, mulling it over.

"Name?" I asked. He huffed.

"Kim Jongdae," he replied, rolling his eyes. I glared up at him, glancing down again and scrolling through my notes. I hoped my blush wasn't noticeable when I realized what I'd been writing, over and over. I reached beside me for a key.

"Room 178," I said to him. He took the key, bowing slightly. "Biology major huh?" I asked him. He nodded. Then Kyungsoo marched up, looking much the same as Jongdae. Seriously where did they get these props already?

"Do Kyungsoo," he said, getting right to the point. I scrolled again, feeling the heat flare up again. Hopefully no one read what I wrote.

"178 as well," I replied, handing over another key. "Performing arts major then?" Kyungsoo nodded, and Jongdae did a pretty damn good job looking repulsed. I would've laughed if I wasn't trying so hard to stay in character.

"Excuse me," Jongdae said, raising his hand slightly. "I think there's been some kind of mistake. I can't room with a performing arts major. He'll keep me up all night with his silly performance!" Kyungsoo scoffed.

"Will not," he fired back. "Besides, you think I want to bunk with a biology major? Just don't bring any "experiments" home with you. I'll gag." I bit back another laugh. I purposely gave Kyungsoo the performing arts role because he fucking loved science. That would be too easy. Besides, they seemed to be just fine with it. Jongdae simply glared at Kyungsoo, muttering quietly about "stupid performers" and "can't believe this." Dongmin pushed his way passed them both, throwing his hands to his hips. A pink duffle bag is what he sported, and it suited him very well.