Dancing King

Chapter 18

Do you guys get tired of seeing them all just hang out in one location, talking and stuff? Cause I could write pages upon pages of that.

Okay this is the real update I promise.

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Yixing's POV

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"Hey," I greeted when I heard soft footfalls behind me. Junmyeon made a noise, taking a seat next to me. I glanced sideways, taking in his disheveled appearance. The sweater was slipping off one shoulder and I had to quickly look away, my face hot once again. Luhan snorted, burying his face in his book. I kicked him under the table. "How'd you sleep?" I finally asked Junmyeon, startling him out of his trance.

"Um, good," he replied, drumming his fingers against the table. "I had a strange dream again." I nodded, having an idea on what he was referring to. But he didn't elaborate , and I didn't push the issue. Luhan slid another teacup across the table. Junmyeon picked it up and took a sip. Then he laid his head on my shoulder and watched the two of us work. I swore for a second my brain was going to short circuit.

"So," Luhan began. I kicked him again. He stuck his tongue out at me, eliciting a beautiful little giggle from the boy beside me. "Junmyeon, how long have you guys been hanging out?" Luhan continued, scribbling some things down. He seemed to ponder it.

"Like a week and a half or something like that," he replied. "Not very long. How long have you guys been friends?" Luhan's gaze flicked to mine, a question lurking in his irises. I subtly shook my head. He turned his attention back to Junmyeon. Our whole exchange took less than two seconds.

"Basically since I moved here," Luhan replied, which wasn't actually inaccurate. We'd been fast friends after we were first introduced to each other. "We clicked pretty much instantly. It helps that we both had a common ground. We actually have a lot in common, which is scary." I chuckled, feeling Junmyeon shifting underneath me. I rested my cheek on the top of his head.

"Any friends in China?" Junmyeon asked innocently, playing with the hem of his sweater. Luhan set his pencil down, his concentration completely broken.

"A few," he said. "Huang Zitao, though we fought so often I'm kind of surprised we weren't enemies." He laughed to himself. "It was usually over petty things. And we usually never meant it. Wu Yifan too, though we almost always called him Kris. He moved back to China from Canada when he was...four I think. Kris was the name he was given there, and it kind of stuck."

"Kind of like Mark and Jackson," Junmyeon mumbled, and for a second Luhan was thrown through a loop. He paused in his storytelling, flicking his gaze to meet mine. "I wonder where they picked those up at. And Ten."

"Well, Ten's Thai, so have fun with that one," Luhan remarked. I nodded. "I can't remember what his real name is, nor do I want to. I feel like I would get a headache trying." He paused to laugh a little. "Mark was born in LA but moved here in year six, and Jackson is from Hong Kong so I don't know what happened there." I gaped at Luhan. How did he know all of that? I didn't even know all of that. "What?" Luhan asked. "I asked Yugyeom while they performed. They're his friends after all. And Ten has never made it a secret that he wasn't born here."

"That's cool!" Junmyeon exclaimed, sitting upright, taking all the warmth with him. I swallowed down the whine building in the back of my throat, instead staring at a fixed point on the table. "What else do you know about the dancers?" he asked eagerly, leaning forward. Luhan seemed a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm.

"Um," Luhan began. He was probably wondering what all was allowed to be said. After all, three dancers hid behind facades, and only the dancers in their care knew the secret. "You guys know a lot of what I'd tell you anyway," he said at last, and I sighed in relief. Smart boy. "Myself and Lay are moving to China after we graduate. Jimin is moving to Busan. You know all of that stuff." Junmyeon nodded, seeming disappointed. "We could go down there," Luhan suggested. "I could show you around a bit better."