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Hi there! I wrote this really quick and didn’t really check for mistakes, i’ll proof read later. Sadly there aren’t enought 1the9 stories, so I just had to write one :v Enjoy!

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By Yonghas standards Yechan is the biggest in their actual entire class, the rest of them are more tolerable than Yechan even if they do a lot worse than him, like bullying and talking to the teacher, Yechan does none of that, but he is still the worst. Because most of the others are upfront about it and everyone knows how huge they are, but that tall boy shows no emotion, he laughs, he smiles, but his eyes are completely empty, it’s like staring into the eyes of a used, broken and abandoned doll. Yongha found him creepy, the way the boy would smile in that cocky manner as if saying “Look at all my cool friends and perfect grades, you are utterly worthless” but most of all, the way he seems to not have any sort of empathy, sometimes the bear like boy seem emotionless all together. Yongha had always felt that way about him, ever since first year of high school and up until now, but he didn’t know what to feel anymore, because of everything that happened the day before.

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Yesterday Yongha had been in the music room tidying up and cleaning some equipment, the teacher had made him do that as a punishment for skipping math class earlier. It‘s not his fault the senile teacher is boring to listen to, he always mumbles every word and talks slower than an ent. He’d rather sleep in at home than fall asleep in math class for the nth time. He scoffed to himself throwing some old music sheets onto the the floor nonchalantly. He looked up at the enormous brown shelves filled with all kinds of exotic music equipment and dusty sheets, he was supposed to clean the whole shelf. He let out a frustrated sigh and sat down on the piano bench, he had nothing better to do though, his only two friends Doyum and Seunghwan rarely had time to hang out after school anyways. Yongha is a bit of a lone wolf, but he really doesn’t mind being one, he’d rather be by himself than naively think he’s their friend but later get thrown away like a used and insignificant slipper. He recalled his best friend in first year who had left him so he could hang out with the popular kids. It didn’t help that one of those kids were Shin Yechan. Taewoo had suddenly started acting indifferent and cold towards him, so Yongha confronted him about it and the red haired boy just yelled insults at him out of the blue. “People see me as a loner because of you and you don’t even make an effort to make other friends! I can’t bear being stuck with you anymore!” Taewoo had snapped at him. Yongha had been there for Taewoo since middle school, helped him with school work and family issues every time he struggled, and that was the thanks he got. Yongha was so furious he punched that ing traitor straight in the jaw with all the strength he could muster. He walked away from the whimpering mess on the ground not saying a word. That was when he started eating lunch with Doyum and Seunghwan, he trusted them because they also enjoyed solitude, they mostly cared about dance and had no other intentions but to practice. Yongha looked at the rusty clock on the wall and noticed he’d already been in the music room for an hour and he had barely even lifted a finger, He got up from the tired music bench and he reached both his pale hands up to a shelf and tried to carefully wiggle down a huge old cello case, but what he didn’t notice were all the things and heavy books that were placed neatly on top of the cello. He had almost managed to get it down when he abruptly heard a voice coming from right behind his ear “that looks dangerous” a soft but deep voice spoke. He hadn’t even noticed anyone coming into the room, so Yongha jumped in shock which made the cello and everything on top of it start to fly right towards them. He looked up and muttered a curse while trying to push the ominous looking cello back, but it was to heavy. Then he spotted another pair of hands shooting forward, grabbing the cello and holding it in place, he felt the warmth of a bigger body against his back. The pair of strong looking arms shoved every piece of the death trap right back into the shelf with ease, Yongha barely had to use any of his strength. He sighed with relief, glad he wasn’t doomed to become an article in the newspapers with the headlines “Young boy killed by cello at school”. He snapped back to reality and turned around, curious as to who the boy who saved him was. His eyes widened as he saw THE Shin Yechan standing there with that damned cocky smile plastered on his face. He couldn’t hide the shock on his face as Yechan started speaking “You wont even say thank you?” the taller fake pouted and crossed his arms. Yongha would have never thought this guy would actually help someone in dire need. He couldn’t do anything but stutter a “T-thank you?” It oddly sounded like a question. Yechan laughed, it wasn’t a loud laugh, it was mellow. He noticed their bodies were still very close, he could see every detail on the others face, he noticed that up close his eyes didn’t look as emotionless as he thought they would be. Yongha felt his own face heat up as he excused himself “Uh, I’m cleaning here, so I need to keep doing that..now” he trailed off awkwardly, the sentence sounded better in his head. Yechan, to his big surprise, offered to help. “Why are you cleaning here anyway?” Yechan asked casually as he plucked down the cello with no problem whatsoever, making Yongha feel like a dumb little . “Well the teacher was kinda upset I haven’t showed up to math class.. The last three times” he shrugged sitting down on the piano bench. Yechan hummed and retorted “It’s impossible to stay awake in his classes, I’d rather clean the music room everyday” the boy chuckled while passing Yongha a stack of books from one of the racks. He had never heard the other speak in such a warm tone before. He reached out and clasped the stack, though he grabbed onto more than just the books, he slightly brushed hands with the other, which felt kind of awkward. “Ah yeah I only ever skip the math classes” the smaller boy scrambled for words. He tried to hide his nervousness by shoving his face behind a paper sheet with the list of books he was supposed to throw away. Why was he nervous? Maybe because the other was nothing like what he had initially thought. It caught him completely off guard. He had barely spoken to him before this, but when they spoke before it was short and usually about school work and of course always around the other boy’s equally popular friends. Yechan had always seemed distracted and uninterested while talking to him before. He still looked distracted sometimes now but he seemed to care somehow. He did actually save him from death and he could have just left after that to hang with his cool friends, but he didn’t, he actually stayed to help clean up this mess of a music room. He looked up from the sheet and immediately met eyes with Yechan, the other just smiled not breaking the contact. Yongha tried with all his might to act normal but he stupidly failed as he tried to grab a big stack of note sheets to organize but ended up shoving them all to the floor, they floated to the ground like flower petals ready to leave the stem, scattering almost everywhere. He muttered a curse thinking of how Yechan must think he’s a complete , though he totally didn’t care what the other thought of him anyway! He heard a «pfft» then Yechan had done something unexpected yet again, he crouched down to the floor to pick up the sheets for him. “You’re really clumsy aren’t you?” The boy on the floor laughed as he looked up at him. «Maybe I am, got a problem with that?” Yongha’s tone sounded soft and frail in contrast to the harsh wording. The others big brown eyes suddenly looked deep and alive, contrasting the way they seemed before. ‘Maybe I just assumed things before?’ the black haired boy questioned himself as he got down on the floor to help as well, «Here» the boy uttered. Yongha grabbed the rest of the paper stack from the other by the very corner of the sheets, trying to avoid any more accidental touching. «Thank you, again» He muttered looking down to the floor. The other snickered at the shy boys odd behavior. That smirk looked different in Yongha’s eyes this time. “Don’t thank me, I really needed to get away for a bit anyways” Yechan said mysteriously while staring with deep eyes at the ceiling. Yongha really wondered what the boy needed to get away from so badly, but didn’t dare to ask. He really did not expect THE Shin Yechan to be this sweet and actually genuine, he was still annoying but less so. Now Yongha saw him in another light, it felt as if he was lit up by a spotlight, making him shine in Yongha’s mind.

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We spin like merry go merry go merry go merry go roooound~ SPOTLIGHT OohOoh

Anywayssss, I’ll update soon! I loved writing this, feel free to give me some constructive criticism, tell me what you think and feel free to ask questions :’)

(Wrote this on my phone at 03:30am rip hope someone actually reads this story)

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