Jeno was doing some freestyle improv in an empty studio. This studio wasn't being used unless there were more than five classes at once, which was a really rare occasion. So students mostly came here either to practice or to just hang around. Jeno was waiting for his two friends to come back from school when a small figure walked in.
"You know this is the second time I'm seeing you separated from your friends. I'm really starting to think you are actually a lone wolf and hanging out with your friends just to show people" Jeno stopped moving when he saw the light haired boy leaning against the door frame looking at him. He had a blue bag hanging from his right shoulder, Jeno guessed it was his dance bag.
"Well if that blue bag didn't got in the way I could have been waiting with you, for my friends to arrive, instead of being a lone wolf" Renjun giggled at his comment.
"Well, Moomin did you hear that? Next time we should be more careful" Jeno then realized the little white figure hanging from the zipper of the bag. "Cute" he thought.
"You planning on standing there forever or are you actually gonna walk in?"
"I just stopped by when I saw you, I need to leave my bag to locker room. See you in class" Jeno waved behind the small figure as he walked further. Jeno actually enjoyed these small 'lone wolf' moments. He had a clear mind to think about things.
Jeno started to play the music again, this time not dancing but trying to improve specific movements. He wasn't aware of the fact that those specific movements were the ones he messed up last season.
When Haechan and Jaemin walked into their friend dancing the same moves that he has been dancing since the competiton, they felt sad. They really tried to help their friend to move on but there was something holding him from moving on. They didn't know what it was but they knew Jeno was not going to move on from it as long as he doesn't face with that thing. Haechan moved to the speaker, which Jeno's phone was plugged in and took the device disconnecting it from the speaker. They didn't want to bother him with what they saw so they acted as everything was normal.
"Lee Jeno! If you don't move we will be late to class and I don't want to be scolded by Mr. Ten" Jeno looked up when the music suddenly stopped. When he was his friends he smiled and walked over to them.
"What took you guys so long? I thought you were ditching the class without me"
"Don't be silly! We wouldn't dare to ditch a dance class. Especially one of Mr. Ten's"
"So the problem is not me not being there, the problem is Mr. Ten"
"Yeah, exactly" Jeno rolled his eyes at Haechan whilst Jaemin took over the talk.
"If both of you keep this going, we will be late all together and it will be basically the same thing with ditching the class. So move your asses!" Three friends sprinted towards the studio which Mr. Ten always had his classes in. You could say it was the biggest studio in the building other than the main studio, which they were doing competition rehearsals in. Mr. Ten was sharing this studio with Mr. Sicheng who was their ballet and contemporary teacher. All three boys took classes from him when they were younger. When they reached their teen years Jeno stopped taking them since he was more interested in hiphop. Haechan and Jaemin, on the other hand, were still taking his classes.
Luck was on their side today so they reached the studio before Mr. Ten. Once the boys got in the room filled with students, they started warming up in their own space just like the others. They knew Mr. Ten was going to make them warm up altogether as well but doing little warm ups was better than just sitting and doing nothing. As Jeno started running in place his eyes searched the room for Renjun. His eyes caught the boy sitting by the wall looking through his phone. He seemed so focused on the screen like he was doing something so serious.
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Pirouettes&Flips
Fanfiction~Can he ignore his past and see what's in front of him? >After the disaster, can he fall in love again? >You can find this story on ao3 with the same name<