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"-yung? Hyung? Hyung!"

The sound of Felix's voice snaps Changbin out of his daze.

"Huh?" He slowly tore his eyes away from him and turned to face his friend. "What? What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Your ears are illiterate!" Felix cried out in English. "Hyung, you must've hit your head really hard, am I right? C'mon, you wanna go to the infirmary?"

"What? No, why would I need to go to the infirmary?"

"I'VE BEEN CALLING YOUR NAME LIKE A MILLION TIMES."

"STOP SCREAMING, YONG-BOK."

"I'M NOT SCREAMING, DORITO."

Changbin dives to hit Felix's head, but his classmates' sudden movements causes his fist to falter. He lets go off Felix's collar and follows the crowd.

"Yah, transfer student, that was pretty cool!"

"No one has ever beaten Jinyoung-sunbae before!"

"Yeah, sunbae's been our school's fencing champion since his first year here."

"Oppa, you're so handsome!"

"Do you have a girlfriend? 

"You look like you could be an idol!"

Changbin, enraged, pushed his way past the crowd, stumbling just short of the transfer student's feet. He raised his head. Changbin could feel his face heating up.

He was so close! 

Changbin noticed that the transfer student's fencing gear was already off, but instead of wearing the school's official uniform, he was wearing an over-sized grey hoodie with skinny black jeans to match.

Changbin's only two brain-cells were both working hard to produce one thought each:

One, thank goodness he was new and hadn't been told of the uniforms yet, because Changbin would've fucking lost if he saw him wearing them.

Two, HOLYFUCKINGSHIT. Just a simple hoodie and jeans and he looked beyond gorgeous. For the third time since meeting him, that feeling once again rushed throughout Changbin's body, pumping through his arteries. It filled his thoughts and made him feel dizzy, as if it was in the very air he breathed. His mouth felt dry. This feeling, was it good for him? 

'More, more,' Changbin thought. He felt that it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch him. How would that slim figure feel underneath his fingertips?

Changbin gulped, licking his dry lips.

"Uhh, I..."

ERROR.exe.

Pretty Boy - that's him, that's who he was - raised one perfect eyebrow. He looked so unimpressed and bored that Changbin struggled through one sentence. A single sentence that took his two brain-cells forever to form.

"Dance with me," Changbin whispered, so low even he could barely hear himself. "Forever", he wanted to add, but he chose not to at the last moment. Pray tell why? Well, you see, this was the moment Changbin learned just what it meant for "his blood to freeze over". Because that's what happened, his blood froze over.

His eyes. It was his beautiful cat-like eyes. They were ice-cold and terrifying. His perfect lips formed a sneer that made some students in the front of the crowd to unintentionally step back. And oh, how he rolled his eyes... Changbin's face paled and his stomach dropped. 

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