The Spring Dance

Fifteen

They had a game that night, meaning Yuto had to wear his uniform shirt to school. It was a sort of tradition he saw everyone do when he first moved there. He had started to avoid Hyunggu, not wanting to hear his whining about him and Wooseok. He didn't know why he was so worried, it wasn't like anything was going to happen.

He sat next to Hwitaek, thinking he'd rather deal with a headache than be yelled at. Hwitaek smiled at him, putting some paint on his face. "For good luck." Yuto rolled his eyes, doing the same to him. They sat back in their places, waiting for the teacher. When the door opened, he almost choked on his saliva.

Wooseok had walked in, just like any other day. But today, he had his long hair neatly combed to look both messy but like he tried. The bottom was shaved, and he wore a white shirt with a black and white jacket over it. Some girls gasped, talking about how nice he looked. Some people didn't know who he was, but thought he was cute.

Yuto couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He didn't like the way they were staring at him. He smiled a little to the blonde boy, walking back to his seat. Yuto stared at him, surprise clear on his face. Wooseok glanced at him, a small smirk on his face. He raised his brow, his hair falling on both sides of his face. Yuto had to turn, his heart beating to fast for him. "What's wrong, you look flushed." Hwitaek put his hand on his forehead.

Yuto batted it away, telling him to stop. "I'm fine." Hwitaek furrowed his brows, turning to the front. Yuto glanced back, to see Wooseok laughing. He felt his stomach flip. He loved seeing him laugh. The teacher walked in, making everyone face forward.

They were in the gym, knowing what theme they had to come up with. Apparently, the high school football and cheerleading team thought it would be the best idea to do a masquerade. Meaning, it would be a lot of blacks, whites, golds and silvers. And no one would be able to know who was who. Yuto and Hwitaek laughed when they first heard.

Hyunggu was busy after school, meaning Yuto was alone. He didn't like when the other was gone, but lately it was a relief. He was finally able to breathe without the other clinging to him. He had found a roll of black streamers, picking it up and snorting at it. "What? Don't like a good masquerade?" He jumped, almost dropping the steamer.

He glared up at Wooseok, who was smiling down at him. "How many times do I do have to tell you not to do that?" Wooseok chuckled, grabbing another streamer.

"So what's with this whole masquerade thing anyways? Won't people be hiding behind masks?" Yuto nodded.

"They think it'll 'encourage more people to join, since no one will be able to make fun of them.' as the principle likes to put it." Wooseok snorted, throwing the thing back in the box.

"So, you got a game today?" Yuto nodded. They were playing against a fairly easy team, if him and Hyunggu got their shit together. "You nervous?" Yuto scoffed.

"Please. I've been playing for years now." Wooseok raised his brow.

"Since middle school, right?" Yuto glanced at him, walking towards the back. He couldn't believe the other had remembered that. He had lied about it, thinking the other was going to leave him alone after a while. Now was the right time to fix that lie, since he was sure Wooseok would be sticking around for longer.

They had all the stuff that needed to be made. There were hardly people there that day, since everyone was out preparing for the game. But Yuto didn't feel like going home, so he stayed to help. He sat down, grabbing some paint to start the decorations. Wooseok sat next to him, grabbing another brush.

"Since elementary school." Wooseok furrowed his brows. He opened his mouth to say something, but Yuto cut him off. "I know, I lied before." He prepared himself for the other to get pissed, but it never came. They opened up the gold paint, starting on the outlines the art class had done.

"What elementary school had a baseball team?" Wooseok opted to say. Yuto had to hold in a laugh, sighing instead.

"Well, for one, it wasn't for a school team." Wooseok looked at him confused. "I had a friend, whose dad taught a team. He let me join, paying for most of my things."

"Because your parent's wouldn't?" Yuto nodded.

"Correct." they started to paint, getting some on their arms.

"Okay, so where are you from? You don't sound or look like your from here." Yuto smiled softly. He remembered his hometown, and how many friends he had.

"You're probably the first person to ask me that." Wooseok softly smiled at him. "I'm from Japan." Wooseok's mouth opened slightly. He couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he looked.

"Japan?" he nodded. "For real?" Yuto rolled his eyes.

"No, i'm just kidding." Wooseok rolled his eyes also, looking back down at his painting. Yuto wished he could just reach out and run his hand through the tallers hair.

"So why did you move here?" Yuto frowned slightly.

"Ugh, family?" Wooseok looked at him. "I don't know, honestly. All I remember is my mother packing up my things and my dad driving us here." Wooseok nodded.

"That must've sucked." Yuto nodded. The memories flashed in his head, making him sad. "So, do you like, speak Japanese?" Yuto closed his eyes, wanting to slap him with the wet brush.

"Wooseok, I swear I will slap you with this brush if you say another stupid question like that." Wooseok laughed, leaning forward.

"I dare you too." He suddenly remembered the day him and Hwitaek saw him fighting in the hall. His voice then and his voice now were so much more different. Now, it didn't even sound like a threat. More like he actually wanted him to. Yuto smirked slightly.

He ran the brush over his face, making Wooseok lean back. His gasped, thinking he wouldn't actually do it. "What the hell? I didn't think you actually would." Yuto snorted, going back to his paint.

"Well you dared me to, I don't back down from a dare." Wooseok put some more paint on his brush, before painting a stripe on the side of Yuto's face. The other gasped, turning to him with wide eyes.

"Wooseok-!" the taller threw more paint on him, making Yuto duck. He grabbed his brush, painting some on him. They ended up having a paint fight, until a teacher walked up to them.

"Boys! You are not supposed to be playing around with the paint!" they apologized, going back to their work. When she left, they burst into laughter. Yuto had to hold his stomach from how hard he was laughing. He felt Wooseok's gaze on him, but chose to ignore it.

Once they calmed back down, Yuto turned back to the other. "Yes, I speak Japanese." Wooseok smiled, turning to him.

"I want to hear." Yuto furrowed his brows.

"What? Why?" Wooseok shrugged.

"Why not?" Yuto shook his head. Wooseok grabbed onto his arm, leaning on him. Yuto's heart began to pick up speed. "Please? Show me how you write your name." Yuto glanced down at him, not being able to say no. he dipped his brush in more paint, before writing it down. He wrote it where he'd have to paint, so it wouldn't show.

Wooseok watched him the whole time, fascinated by it. Yuto tried not to laugh. When he was done, Wooseok moved away. "Wow, that's so cool! You should teach me some time." Yuto rolled his eyes, but nodded anyways. "Oh, and i'm going to your game tonight." Yuto looked at him wide eyed.

"Why?" Wooseok laughed.

"Someone on the team invited Hyojong. And he needs a 'Wingman'. So I have to go." Yuto couldn't help the smile that was on his face. He knew the other wouldn't be there for him, but he couldn't help but think that maybe he'd watch him.