Verdant leaves blew softly in the late spring breeze as Lee Seokmin wandered along the path from one building to the next at Pledis University. He smiled brightly to no one in particular as his feet picked up the pace. He was headed into dance class and it was his favourite. Besides the fact that his best friend Seungkwan was in that class there was another bright spot making his eyes sparkle with excitement and his feet march quickly in the direction of the dance studio. Seokmin couldn’t wait to see his crush.

Seokmin was naturally bright and happy. He was loud and enthusiastic, funny and optimistic, and always had a smile for anyone who needed it. The first time he saw Kwon Soonyoung’s chubby cheeked grin sparkling at him from across the room he knew they were soul mates. 

Seokmin didn’t believe in opposites attract. He saw everything he was reflected in the adorable and excitable dancer who introduced himself loudly and brightly to Seokmin on the first day. And from that moment he was smitten. He was so smitten he was almost failing dance as he couldn’t even focus on moving his body when the beautiful Soonyoung was within five meters of him. Seokmin was an excellent dancer but when in the same room as Soonyoung he was suddenly an uncoordinated mess.

He walked into the dance studio and was immediately rushed from behind. “Hey loser!” Seungkwan grabbed him around the neck and pulled him into a half hug half headlock. “Got some exciting news! Well I don’t know how exciting you think it will be but Hansol is stoked. There’s an American kid starting today, even though he’s older than us, and he’s going to be in this class. The student counsellor asked Hansol to go fetch him and bring him here and show him around a bit. Cool, hey!” Seokmin shrank out of Seungkwan’s grasp and nodded half heartedly. Seungkwan thought everything that involved his handsome American boyfriend was ‘cool’ and ‘exciting’ but Seokmin’s eyes were already wandering in search of a certain cute dancer.

And there he was. He walked in with his usual crew surrounding him, flanked by the Chinese exchange students Junhui and Minghao and trailed loyally by the talented first year Chan, and all heads turned as he entered. His bleached blond hair was held out of his eyes by a black sweatband and his tight white tshirt and black sweatpants combination made Seokmin’s breath hard to catch. Soonyoung was cute, y, and the best dancer in the class. Probably the whole University. And to top it off he was likeable, funny, popular, and the nicest guy anyone could ever meet. 

Seokmin was also funny and likeable and nice, or so his friends told him, all two of them. He wa