Soonyoung hastily walked, his fast steps echoing through the almost empty hallway. Irritation was radiating off of him excessively, as if a blanket of pure annoyance had enveloped him and was scaring off people. Students and teachers alike gave way to him, escaping his deadly aura. They didn’t want to be on the end of the dancer’s infamous temper. Soonyoung walked faster as he eyed the building outside. He was dead set on arriving at his destination as fast as possible.

He pushed open the doors, ignoring the loud bang from his forceful entrance. His beady eyes focused on the figure dribbling a basketball near the bleachers. He made his way towards the person, his feet heavy on the floor.

“Yah Choi Seungcheol!” he exclaimed once he was close enough. The basketball player turned towards him, a curious expression on his face. The twinkle in his eyes irked Soonyoung more. “How dare you tell the staff to lock the dance studio!” he exploded. “You don’t have that kind of authority. Only the president or the adviser could do that. You’re not even a member of the dance team!”

Choi annoying Cheol merely chuckled at his outburst. “That’s why I asked Ms. Kwon to lock it. She’s your adviser after all,” he smartly answered.

Soonyoung stammered at the basketball player’s audacity. “Why the heck did you that?!” he screeched. He honestly couldn’t believe Seungcheol had the nerve to bypass his authority. He was fuming mad.

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