He tapped on the desk, imitating the class clock and reached inside the metal desk feeling for something that could ease his boredom. He moved his hand to the very corner and felt a scrap of paper.
The raven haired boy didn't hesitate to open the crumbled paper up all the while hoping that something interesting was written inside.
+82 ××× ××××
A phone number.
He scoffed and stuffed the paper in his pocket, slouching in his chair as he looked back up to the black board.
The same old boring lessons took a toll on the black haired boy. The teachers voice became more distant as he tried to drown out every sound in the classroom but ultimately failed to as the teachers booming voice broke the silence.
"Kwon Soonyoung! Are you paying attention?"
Laughter came from the back of the classroom where his two friends, Seungcheol and Dokyeom sat.
Soonyoung payed no mind and just nodded while turning his attention elsewhere as the teacher continued to lecture him.
He wasn't doing so well in school as he rarely attended his classes and if he did, he most likely would zone out until the bell rings.
He didn't seem to have a path paved out for his future and the only thing that kept him going was dancing.
Everytime he danced he seemed to always feel calm and serene.
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Note: This is just an idea but when I have free time I might add on to it
