The Spring Dance

Two

"Yanan, hurry your ass up! We're gonna get caught!" Wooseok was running down the street, Yanan tailing him. He managed to get down the block, before pulling Yanan into the ally with him. They were panting, when they heard a voice from close behind.

"Where the fuck did they go?" someone yelled, looking around. They hid in the darkest part, holding their heavy breathing in. Wooseok had his arm around Yanan, not wanting him to get hurt. "Look around for them! They're teenagers for god sake!" he yelled again. They crouched down, Wooseok leaning out to look.

After a while, the guy got mad, yelling at the guys to look somewhere else. Once they knew they were gone, they slowly walked out. Yanan sighed, falling against the wall. "I thought we were going to die." he said. Wooseok nodded, sitting next to him.

"Are they gone?" Wooseok looked around.

"For now." Yanan stood up, helping the taller. They slowly walked away, until they knew they were safe. They walked into Wooseok's house, the smell of food meeting both of their noses. Wooseok smiled, walking to the kitchen. His mother was there, busy cooking dinner.

Yanan and Wooseok both jumped on the counter, stealing some food from the small bowl next to the stove. She jumped, looking at them. "Oh, Wooseokie, your back!" she said, patting his leg.

"Hey, mom. Yeah, it was getting late and we were tired." Yanan glared at him. She turned to him, smiling.

"Oh, hey Yanan. How was your day honey?" Yanan smiled, eating some more chips.

"It was good. I got a lot of exercise in." him and Wooseok glanced to each other.

"Oh well that's good. You're going to stay here again, right?" he nodded. She smiled, going back to cooking. "Okay, good. Go get cleaned up, dinner will be ready in a few minutes." they hopped off the counter, walking away.

While they were getting cleaned up, Wooseok threw his shirt off, and into the dirty clothes. Yanan sat down, looking at him. He poked the dark bruise on his side. Wooseok hissed, slapping his hand away. "They got you again?" Wooseok nodded, leaning down to wash his face. Yanan put a hand on his back, rubbing it.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Yanan glared at him through the glass.

"Your like my brother. Of course i'm going to be worried." Wooseok sighed. "What happened?" he shrugged.

"Just a threat. You know how they are." Yanan sighed, patting his back. He walked to the door, crossing his arms.

"Are you going to fight?" he nodded. Yanan rolled his eyes, throwing him a shirt. "Be careful. I'm going to be there." Wooseok nodded again, before they made their way down to eat with his mother. Her food was amazing as always, and while they were laying down, Wooseok twisted his necklace in his hands. Yanan looked at him, worry in his eyes. He knew this fight was what everyone wanted. But he hated to see Wooseok beat up.