The Spring Dance

Twelve

    He laid on his bed, the voices of his mother and father yelling down stairs the only thing keeping him awake. He wore a black tee shirt with some jeans, not knowing if he should sneak out or not. Hyunggu had his family over, so he wouldn't be able to go there. Jinho was out with some other friends, while Hwitaek was just Hwitaek. He didn't feel like getting a headache right now.

    A rock hitting his window made him snap out of his thoughts. He waited, to see if someone would throw it again. When the sound filled his room, he walked over to it. He opened his window, ready to stick his head out, when a rock came flying at him. He ducked, looking out to yell at the person. Wooseok stood there, laughing to himself. "Sorry." he yelled up at him. Yuto rolled his eyes.

    "What do you want?" Wooseok smiled.

    "I'm paying you back." Yuto furrowed his brows.

    "It's ten o'clock at night. Can't you do it tomorrow?" The sound of glass hitting the wall made them both duck. His father yelled, while his mother threw more glass. He looked back down at Wooseok, who raised his brow.

    "You really want to stay?" Yuto sighed, looking back at his door. "Come on, i'll catch you." Yuto snorted, grabbing his shoes. He climbed out, and hopped down. Wooseok watched him, a smile still on his face. "I guess not then." Yuto put his hat on, with Wooseok behind him.

    They had made it down the street, when Wooseok spoke up. "What's up with your parents?" Yuto shrugged.

    "Not sure. Think my dad was at work late." Wooseok furrowed his brows. Yuto didn't feel like talking about it, instead turned to face the other. "So, where are we going?" Wooseok smirked.

    "Your going to meet my mom." Yuto froze, making Wooseok run into his back.

    "Your mom?" Wooseok nodded, grabbing his arm.

    "Yup. I told you I would. And today we were free. Plus, some of my friends are over and she's making dinner." Yuto stayed put.

    "Your friends?" Wooseok nodded.

    "And dinner. Don't forget about that." Yuto rolled his eyes. He didn't know if he wanted to go or not. "Would you rather stay at your house instead?" Yuto sighed, looking down. Wooseok walked closer to him, putting his hand on his shoulder. Yuto felt himself tense up slightly. "Come on, it'll be okay. They're nice." He glared up at him.

    "I'm not worried about your friends. I'm worried about your mom." Wooseok smiled, shaking his head.

    "I already told you she'll love you." Yuto pulled out of his grip. "I swear yuto, i will carry you over there." Yuto snorted.

    "You can't even lift me up. No one can." Wooseok raised his brow, looking him up and down.

    "What do you mean no one can? You must weigh like ten pounds." Yuto laughed, shaking his head. Wooseok walked closer, making Yuto back up.

    "Wooseok, no-" the other reached forward, grabbing his waist. Yuto let out a small yelp, before being lifted into the air. Wooseok had him over his shoulder, Yuto smacking his back. "Put me down, Wooseok." he laughed. Wooseok shook his head, walking to his house.

    "Nope, i'm not letting you stay at your house." Yuto gave up trying, and instead propped his elbow on his back. He put his chin in his palm, watching the houses pass by.

    "I swear someone's going to walk out and say something." Wooseok shrugged.

    "Oh well." Yuto sighed, trying not to smile so widely. He looked back at him, feeling his heart race.

    "Did you beat up that door?" He could feel the way Wooseok's shoulders rose and fell when he laughed.

    "Yup." yuto rolled his eyes.

    "How many doors was it this time?" Wooseok sighed.

    "About ten." Yuto gasped.

    "Ten?!" Wooseok nodded. "Was it just you alone?"

    "No, i had some help." Yuto sighed out. They had finally made it to Wooseok's house, the kitchen light on. He placed him back down softly, Yuto brushing some stuff off his shirt. He looked at him, pointing a finger.

    "You better not have stared at my ass." Wooseok laughed, rolling his eyes. He grabbed his hand, walking up the stairs. Yuto glanced down at their joined hands. It wasn't the kind of hand holding couples would do, but he couldn't help but blush slightly. His hand was tingling, and the feeling of Wooseok's hand in his gave him a sort of warmth he's never felt before.

    Wooseok opened his house door, the smell of food meeting Yuto's nose. It smelled amazing, better than any of Yuto's mothers cooking. He smiled softly, the sight of Wooseok's house giving him a sort of homey feeling. Wooseok let their hands go, Yuto pouting a little. Wooseok wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips, but ended up walking away.

    Yuto followed him slowly, the sound of laughing and music filling his ears. His house had never sounded like that. Wooseok glanced back at him, a smile on his face. "You ready?" yuto shook his head. He laughed, walking into the kitchen. Yuto was hiding behind his tall frame. He saw a woman laughing with a boy who was on the counter.

    She looked just like Wooseok, the same smile on her face. He held onto his shoulder, Wooseok looking back at him. He gave him a soft smile, calming him down slightly. "Hold on." he pulled his hand away, making Yuto pout again. He hated when he would pout, because it made him melt inside. He walked over to his mom, taking his hat off.

    She smiled up at him, pulling him into a hug. "Wooseokie, your back." Wooseok smiled, hugging her back. Yuto watched, feeling his heart burst with happiness. He wished he could see him smile like that all the time. He snapped out of his thoughts, telling himself he couldn't think of him like that.

    "Ma, I want you to meet someone." Yuto stiffened. Everyone looked at him, making his cheeks heat up slightly. He hated all the attention. There were four other boys all sitting at a table, playing some card game. Wooseok walked over to him, putting his arm around him. His scent filled Yuto's nose, calming him down slightly.

    He didn't know why his scent seemed to relax him. It was like clean clothes, mixed with some oceany smell that he just loved. He's only ever been close enough to smell it a few times, but it still managed to calm him. He glanced up at him, smiling to himself. "This is Yuto." His mother looked at him, eyes widening slightly. "Yuto, this is my mother. And that's Yanan, Hyojong, Shinwon, and Hongseok." they all waved at him. Yuto waved back, smiling softly at them.

    Wooseok's mother walked up to him, pulling him into a hug. Yuto laughed, hugging her back. "Hello Yuto. it's so nice to meet you." Yuto chuckled.

    "It's nice to meet you to, Ms. Jung." she smiled, making her way back to the stove.

  "So, Yuto. are you hungry?" He glanced back at Wooseok, who was talking to Hongseok.

    "Ugh, yeah. I haven't really eaten today." she smiled, motioning to the table.

    "Well, have a seat, dinner will be ready in a minute." He nodded, turning around. Wooseok pulled out a chair for him, making him blush slightly.

"Thanks." Wooseok only smiled, shrugging. Hyojong started to talk to him, making him feel more at ease.