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Gyuvin never really had an interest in ballet. He’d always been so bored whenever his parents dragged him to see The Nutcracker back in Korea for the millionth time, even though he protested against it every time. He just didn’t get how people could sit through a long show like that, when they could be out doing something active instead. Preferences aside, his aunt had asked him to pick up his little cousin, Yujin, from his new dance studio.
Gyuvin hadn’t been living in the area long, so he left a bit early to ensure he didn’t get lost or something, knowing himself. He typed the address into his phone and connected it to his car. He noticed he’d gotten a few texts from Gunwook, one of his newer close friends, probably about when their next soccer game was. He skimmed over them and replied with a thumbs up before starting his drive. As much as he missed Korea, he couldn’t deny that he liked the vibes here in L.A.
After about 10 minutes of driving, he arrived at a building labeled “Los Angeles School of Dance.” Long name, huh. He thought to himself as he parked on the street nearby and got out of his car. He glanced around at the little plaza sort of area as he headed towards the front door to the studio. Once he was inside, he couldn’t deny that it was a nice place, not that he knew much about dance studios. It was busy but not too busy, which he liked. He offered people smiles as he passed by, looking for the studio where Yujin supposedly was. Studio 2, if he remembered what his aunt told him correctly. He was honestly a little lost as he wandered through the main hall. He was trying to figure out the layout of the place, so he didn’t notice when he bumped into someone.
“Shit, sorry-“ Gyuvin quickly said, cutting himself off as he realized that the person standing in front of him might be the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes upon.
In front of him stood a confused looking guy, with cat-like eyes and defined eyebrows. Not to mention perfect lips and soft, silvery-blonde hair. Gyuvin imagined what it would be like to run his fingers through it.. wait, what? He must have said something, but Gyuvin didn’t seem to catch it, he was too busy staring at him. “..I said, are you okay?”
Gyuvin suddenly snapped out of his trace, and to avoid seeming awkward, flashed his big smile as usual. “Oh, um, sorry, I’m fine!”
The gorgeous boy raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay.” At that moment, the door behind the boy burst open as students left the class, one of those students being Yujin.
“Huh, I guess Studio 2 was right there..” Gyuvin mumbled to himself. “Yah, Yujinnie!” He called to the boy, who turned around immediately in recognition. He groaned, already knowing what was coming as Gyuvin barreled into him with a hug, his long arms enveloping him.
“Hyung, you’re so embarrassinggggggg!” He hissed, trying to squirm out of his grip. The blonde boy who Gyuvin had bumped into earlier was quietly watching the interaction, until he slipped past them and entered Studio 1.
Gyuvin grinned, seemingly not noticing the blonde until he was gone. “Hey, where’d that blonde guy go?” He asked, letting go of Yujin so he could get his stuff ready to leave.
“Oh, you mean Ricky? He probably has rehearsal.” Yujin answered as he packed his things into his bag. “Ricky..” Gyuvin mused to himself as he repeated the name. “What else do you know about him?”
Yujin raised an eyebrow. “Um, why do you want to know so much about him? Don’t tell me you fell in love at first sight or some bullshit.”
Gyuvin’s jaw dropped at his use of language. “Yujinnie!! Watch your mouth, you’re like 8!”
“Hyung, I’m 14.” Yujin deadpanned.
“Well, you’re still a child to me!” Gyuvin huffed. He was feeling a littleee bit called out by Yujin’s “love at first sight” comment. “Hurry up, will you?”
Yujin rolled his eyes and packed his last thing into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go.”
Gyuvin beamed and flung a long arm over Yujin’s shoulder as they walked out of the dance school. As he chatted with Yujin on the way home, his mind kept going back to that absolutely gorgeous boy who probably thought he was crazy now. But hey, he was the Kim Gyuvin, no one could resist him, right? He was determined to get this guy to like him (and hopefully forget about how he embarrassed himself earlier).
A while later, once he’d arrived home, he flopped onto his bed and got out his phone to text Gunwook.
vingyu0: heyyy man what do u know about ballet
topgun.wookie: didn’t u literally tell me you hated ballet like 6 hours ago when you were complaining about your aunt making you pick up yujin
vingyu0: WELL PEOPLE CHANGE!!! anyways i think i might have fallen in love with this guy at yujins dance studio
topgun.wookie: I KNEW THERE WAS A MAN BEHIND THIS
topgun.wookie: you gay.
vingyu0: you’re one to be talking i see the way you stalk every hot guy you meet on social media..
vingyu0: SPEAKING OF
vingyu0: i need you to help me stalk this guy his name is ricky and im pretty sure hes like our age
topgun.wookie: okay first of all LOW BLOW, second of all i’ll find him but you owe me
vingyu0: OH MY DEAR BEST FRIEND GUNWOOK THANK YOU I LOVE YOU
topgun.wookie: Anytime, Kitten.😘😘
vingyu0: okay never say that shit again bye
Gyuvin shut off his phone, shaking his head with a laugh. He sucked at finding people on apps like Instagram, thank god he found D1 Stalker Gunwook. Maybe he should start picking up Yujin more often, you know, totally not to see Ricky! Gyuvin yawned, and decided to just go to sleep. He could worry about Ricky later, even though Ricky didn’t even know his name.