The Spring Dance

Fourteen

Wooseok sat in a chair in the kitchen, his mother sitting next to him while Yanan held a shaver. He didn't know if he fully trusted Yanan with one. The boy had begged him to let him shave his hair, saying he could make him look better than he did. Wooseok took offence to that, saying he already looked good. Yanan had rolled his eyes, turning his head.

His mother was there for supervision, making sure her son didn't end up blad. Wooseok bounced his leg, holding onto his necklace for moral support. Yanan started the thing, laughing evilly. "I swear Yanan if you do something-" His mother cut him off.

"Yanan dear, do you think you could shave the bottom?" Wooseok scoffed, looking at her.

"Mom!" She laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, baby. But I think you would look so handsome with it. Just try it, for me." Wooseok sighed, knowing she was his weakness. He nodded, leaning his head forward. His mother smiled at him softly, holding his hand. "So, how's it going with Yuto?" he furrowed his brows. Yanan had started, going painfully slow.

"What do you mean?" She looked at him, making Yanan smack the back of his head. He scoffed, trying to hit him back. He held the shaver up, making Wooseok sit back down.

"Honey, you can tell me." he looked at her, raising his brow.

"Tell you what?" She sighed, patting his hand.

"That you two have totally been fucking." Yanan said. His mother glared at him, smacking his shoulder.

"Stop with that language." He laughed, apologizing. "But seriously, Wooseokie. You can tell me." He looked around, wondering what they were trying to say.

"There's nothing going on. I don't know what your trying to get at." His mother pursed her lips, patting his cheek.

"You never bring anyone over unless it's your friends. And by your friends I mean the four people you talk to." Yanan laughed.

"Ooo, you just got burned by your own mother." Wooseok smacked his leg, making Yanan jump. "Yah! I could have shaved a stripe up your head." Wooseok glared at him again.

"I like him. He's sweet." His mother said, going back to the topic of Yuto. Wooseok smiled, wanting to agree.

"Yeah, he is." She smiled softly. "Your father would have liked him." they all went quiet. Wooseok held onto his necklace tighter, letting out a quiet sigh.

"Yeah, he would've." Yanan finished, turning the shaver off.

"Okay, let's drop this awkward silence, because I did one hell of a job." Wooseok's mother smacked him again, making him laugh. "Sorry. Anyways, Wooseokie, go look at it now." He groaned, getting out of his seat. His mother clapped, smiling at him.

"Awe, you look so handsome! Now Yuto will like you for sure." he glared back at her, not knowing why she was so persistent on that. He looked in the mirror, running his hand threw his hair. He smiled to himself, liking the way it looked. It made him look more mature in a way.