H̷a̷n̷d̷s̷o̷m̷e̷ ̷D̷e̷v̷i̷l̷

I Could Get Used To This.

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Ten grumbled to himself while he walked through the empty halls. School wasn't in until next week which meant Ten had plenty of time to explore and get to know his surroundings before it officially started.

"Dance club... Which means they've got to have a dance room, unless they turned that into some football shrine," Ten snorted at the thought. He peaked into each classroom, disappointed when all he saw were desks and chairs.

He fast-walked past the gym. "Like hell, I'm going to Jock central. That's a death wish," he muttered.

Jogging down into the basement level of the school Ten grew tired of searching for the dance room and was tempted to turn around and go back to his room. But that could also be due to the fact that he had a very short attention span.

"I swear to fucking God... This is the last room in this entire school! Please be the dance room..." He silently prayed. With a deep breath, Ten opened the doors with his eyes closed.

Okay... One... Two... Three.

Ten cracked open his eyes.

"This... This is the dance room?!" He exclaimed. Ten stepped into the spacious classroom and glanced at himself in the large mirror. The place looked like it hadn't been touched in years, with yoga mats neatly rolled away and CD-discs placed in their respective boxes.

"Damn, this place is dusty as hell," he sighed waving a hand to stir the dust in the air. Ten walked up to the black radio and crouched in front of it. The second he pressed the button to turn the radio on loud rock music emitted from the soundbox, the sound vibrating through the floor and up Ten's legs. He fell back in shock of the booming music and stared with wide eyes.

"Shit!" Ten scrambled to turn the radio off, his heart beating a million miles per hour. "Oh my God..." He sighed, sitting back with a hand on his heart. After turning the volume dial to the left to soften the music, Ten turned the radio back on.

"This song fucking sucks," Ten scoffed while he flipped through the various CDs. He pressed a button to eject the CD and put it aside before popping another one in place of it.

"This works, I guess." Ten got up and dusted his pants off, moving around with the outdated hip-hop music. Once he got the feel of the song, he started to add moves into it, gradually building up with the tempo of the song with confidence.

Ten danced freely despite the slight anxiety he felt due to the fact that the dance room didn't have much privacy due to the large windows. The music was too loud and he was having fun, even though he wasn't a big fan of the song.

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"Heads up!"

Johnny turned around and put his hands up in an attempt to catch the ball, which skimmed right past the palm of his hand and into a bush.

"Jaehyun, chillax! You throw the ball too aggressively... You're gonna kill someone one of these days," Johnny grumbled.

Jaehyun shrugged and gave a half-hearted apology in response.

Johnny rolled his eyes and turned around to jog over to the ball. He crouched in front of the brushes and rifled around the plants in search of the football.

"Fucking... Dude! You tore a hole in the ball!" Johnny yelled.

"He really is gonna kill someone with this..." Johnny mumbled afterward. Before he could run back and lecture his best friend about how he should really be careful before he gets charged for attempted manslaughter on the field, loud music caught his attention.