The Spring Dance

Twenty

    "So, how long have you and this Wooseok been talking for?" Yuto rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smile. Hwitaek and Jinho sat with him, their chin in their palms. Hyunggu was running late, meaning they had a chance to bring him up.

    "Not really sure. Almost a month and a half? We only have a month left for the dance, and that's the whole reason why we started to talk." they all smiled widely, poking his side. He laughed, pushing them away.

    "Awe~ I can't believe my little baby's so grown up!" Jinho pulled him to his chest, petting his hair. Yuto tried to push him away.

    "Yah! It's not that big of a deal." They snorted, glaring at him.

    "What if he asks you to the dance?" Hwitaek asked, sitting closer.

    "Ooo, what if he asks you out?" Jinho joined in. he scoffed at the idea of Wooseok liking him back. There was no way he'd like him. And Wooseok's never said anything about liking guys so he probably had no chance.

    "There is no way he'd ever like me!" he said a little to loudly. Wooseok had walked in right then, confused about who yelled. Yuto turned a dark red, sliding down further into his seat. Jinho and Hwitaek laughed, telling everyone to mind their business.

    He ran out of class, straight to the gym. They already had some things up, mostly just needed some decorations. He sighed, seeing he was one of the only ones there. Hyunggu was going to come, but he needed to stop somewhere before he came. All the boys were busy with practice, Hyunggu and Yuto getting to skip since they had their own practices. The only other people there, were some detention kids who ended up volunteering to help.

    He smiled at them, going to the back to get some stuff. He was carrying a bag, when a tall body ran into him. He almost dropped everything, until he looked up. He saw Wooseok, letting out a sigh. He pushed his chest, walking past him. "I told you not to do that." he only chuckled, following him. He placed the bag on the floor, crouching down to get some things.

    Wooseok did the same, sitting next to him. He grabbed a streamer, unraveling it. "Why do they even have these? All people do is tear them up." Yuto snorted.

    "It's called 'decoration'." Wooseok rolled his eyes.

    "Yeah, but why?" Yuto looked at him, furrowing his brows.

    "I don't know, i didn't make them." Wooseok scoffed, throwing a piece at him. Yuto ignored it, trying to find what he needed. Wooseok threw another, Yuto trying to hold back a smile. Wooseok threw one again, this time making Yuto throw one back.

    "It's so easy to piss you off." Yuto glared at him.

    "Please, this isn't even me pissed off." Wooseok laughed, sitting crossed legged.

    "Where's your little friend?" Yuto sighed, standing up. He walked over to the stand they had set up, placing some things on top.

    "I don't know. Said he had to go somewhere." Wooseok nodded.

    "You seem annoyed by him lately." Yuto glanced back at him.

    "Annoyed how?" Wooseok shrugged.

    "I don't know, like you don't want him to talk to you." Yuto shook his head.

    "It's not that i don't want to talk to him, it's how clingy he is." Wooseok raised his brow. "I mean, i love him to death, he's like my brother, but he's just so...attached. And lately it's gotten worse, mostly because of you-" he cut himself off, glancing at him with a small blush. Wooseok raised both his brows this time, a small smile pulling his lips.