The Spring Dance

Seven

Yuto knocked on Hyunggu's door, having his mother answer. "Oh, Yuto! It's so nice to see you again." Yuto smiled at her softly, asking for Hyunggu. "He's up in his room. I think Jinho and Hwitaek are with him." Yuto thanked her, opening his bedroom door. They all turned, eyeing him.

"You okay Yutoda?" Hwitaek stood up, pulling him onto the bed. Yuto was still trying to catch his breath, having ran from the school all the way here. "What's wrong?" Hyunggu asked.

He opened his mouth to tell them, but decided against it. "Nothing, just thought i'd stop by." They all raised their brow, nodding slowly. They all talked, Yuto mostly keeping to himself. He laid on the bed, messing with Hyunggu's stuffed bear. He thought about earlier, and couldn't keep Wooseok out of his thoughts.

"Hey, guys?" he asked. They all looked at him, waiting for what he was going to say. "Do you know a Wooseok?" They furrowed their brows.

"You mean the one that's helping us?" He nodded. They looked at each other, then back at him. "Why?" Yuto shrugged.

"No, just wondering. Because I notice him just standing in the back." Jinho sat up, patting his leg.

"I know you should stay away from him." he furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean?" Hwitaek sighed. He sat next to him also, Hyunggu joining.

"I mean, that he's bad news." Yuto bit the inside of his cheek.

"People say he's part of a gang or something." Hyunggu said. He looked at him, nodding.

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering." they nodded, going back to their conversation. Yuto stood up, saying he had homework he had to do. He walked back home, thoughts clouded with what happened.

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He was out after his baseball game, his energy being drained completely. He walked to a small park he lived by, not wanting to be with his family. He sat on the swing, pulling some grass off his pants. His hat was low on his head, face stained with sweat and black ink.

Someone sat next to him, making him look up. He saw the taller from the other day next to him, looking around. "Didn't know you liked parks." Yuto scoffed, looking away.

"Didn't know you cared." Wooseok snorted, sitting in the other swing. He used his long legs to swing himself back and forth slowly. Yuto leaned down, untying his shoes. They sat in a sort of uncomfortable silence, with Yuto taking his shoes off.

"Baseball game?" he heard the other say. He nodded, throwing his shoes down. They bounced away, Wooseok watching them. "Did you lose?" Yuto glanced at him.

"Nope. we won." He raised his brow.

"Then why are you so pissy?" Yuto rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. He ignored his question, taking his hat off. He ran his hand through his hair, throwing his hat on the floor also. "You okay?" Yuto smiled.

"Peachy." He snorted, eyeing him.

"What's wrong?" Yuto shook his head.

"Nope. i've never talk to you, so i'm not telling you my whole life story." Wooseok sighed, looking away.

"You got trust issues or something?" Yuto nodded.

"Whatever you want to call it." Wooseok picked up his hat, looking at it. He combed his hair back, before putting it on. Yuto laughed, shaking his head. "That's got sweat all over it." Wooseok only shrugged.

"Oh well." Yuto looked away, chewing on his bottom lip. He glanced back at Wooseok, who was writing something in the sand. After the other day, he'd been trying to talk to Yuto. but the other would ignore him and say he didn't want to hear it. "But seriously, you okay?" Yuto looked up at him.

"Yeah..." Wooseok tilted his head, giving him an annoyed look. "I'm fine. I always am." Wooseok sighed.

"If you wanna say something, i'm all ears." Yuto snorted, looking at the clouds.

"Who were those people?" He asked out of the blue. Wooseok looked at him, a sigh leaving his lips. Yuto glanced back at him, waiting for his answer.

"People. Who want to get to me." Yuto nodded, looking away. Wooseok leaned forward, looking at him. "Have you eaten?" Yuto shook his head. "You hungry?" Yuto shrugged.

"I don't have any money." Wooseok looked at him.

"Did I ask if you had money?" Yuto glared at him. Wooseok gave him a smile as an apology. "Come on. I'll pay." Yuto shook his head.

"I don't like when people pay for me." Wooseok rolled his eyes.

"Well, today your going to have to." He stood up, grabbing his shoes. Yuto looked at him, so he held his hand out. "You don't have to put your shoes on." Yuto laughed, rolling his eyes. He grabbed onto his hand, letting him pull him up. They walked down the street, finding a small place to eat. They sat in the back, Wooseok ordering their food.

"So, Yuto, tell me something." Yuto took a drink of his coke, glancing up at him.

"Tell you what?" Wooseok rolled his eyes, a small smile pulling his lips. Yuto would be lying if he said he didn't want to see his smile.

"Anything. Something about you." Yuto snorted, looking away.

"Well, i'm not that interesting." Wooseok glared at him.

"I'm sure you are. How long have you been playing baseball?" Yuto thought, before sighing.

"Since middle school." Wooseok raised his brow.

"Really?" he nodded. "Wow, that's a long time." Yuto snorted, shaking his head.

"Now you tell me something." Wooseok raised his brow.

"Is this like, you tell me something I tell you something?" Yuto nodded. Wooseok sighed, looking around. Yuto watched him, genuinely wanting to know about him. "Okay, well...i'm an only kid." Yuto raised his brow.

"Really?" he nodded also. "Okay...ugh...I like the color black." Wooseok eyed him. He was wearing a lot of blue today.

"Well, you do wear a lot of black to school." Yuto nodded, a smile on his own face. "I live with my mom." Yuto looked at him.

"Only child with an only parent?" he laughed, nodding.

"Ironic, huh?" Yuto shook his head.

"Nah, I think one would be better than two." Wooseok's smile faltered. He looked at him, seeing the look in his eyes.

"Family issues?" Yuto laughed, looking at him.

"If that's what you want to call it." Yuto sighed, happy that the food got there. They ate quietly, Yuto looking out the window. When they finished, Wooseok paid and they made their way home. They were down the street from his house, when Yuto turned to him. "Thanks, that was...fun." They both smiled, looking at the floor.

"Anytime. But seriously, if you need to talk, i'm here." Yuto smiled at him softly, nodding his head. He turned, walking into his house. His father was on the couch, watching some show, while his mother was on the phone with someone. The smile on her face made him roll his eyes. He went up to his room, wanting to get away from them.