Once the dance had ended and we had danced through all the songs that Kikwang played, the both of us sat on the floor, catching our breaths, not saying a word to each other.

But no words were needed.

He smiled at me, happy with my obligation to not argue with him.

I ignored him and grabbed a water bottle from my bag, drank some, and handed the bottle to him. He happily took it and drank some.

After his breathing steadied, he got up and looked at me.

“Let's do this more often. It's fun.” He said simply and left the dance room with me staring blankly at him.

I stared at the place where he sat and then a thought struck me.

For the first time in my life, someone smiled at me.

Someone thought that I was fun.

Someone actually was nice to me.

Someone actually cares for me.

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I decided to go to class after lunch in a rather happy mood from what Kikwang did.

My next class was History class which was rather boring but luckily for me, BEAST had this class with me.

When I walked into the room, I saw that Kikwang, who was lying on the desk lazily, immediately brightened up and smiled at me when I came over to my seat which was right next to his.

I smiled back.

For once in the longest time, I smiled.

And this smile was a real smile.

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Throughout the rest of History class, Kikwang and I talked a bit, making BEAST very curious about what happened between us.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I grabbed my stuff and left just in time to hear Doojoon ask Kikwang what he did to make my mood suddenly change.

The next class was my free period so I went to my safe haven.

To my surprise, Kikwang came and sat with me on the piano bench.

Throughout the whole free period, both he and I were just playing duets and pieces that we both knew and sometimes even battled it out on the piano.

No words were needed.

Because music needs no words.

And that's the beautiful thing about it.

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