A small applaud from the back of the room made you jump as you panted for more air.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

You could only make out a blurry figure of a male character approaching you the harder you squint for your eyes to focus. There was never much hope for your vision when your glasses were off.

“Um..” you stall, pretending not to be as blind as he continued to near you, “thanks. I don’t really dance much, so..”

“Really? Something like that looks like it took a lot of practice.”

Oh, it’s him, you murmur to yourself when he got close enough for you to recognize his face. It was Sehun; you wouldn’t necessarily call him a close friend or anything, but you were familiar with each other after having many classes together. He led the school’s dance club with that other guy. What was his name again? You never paid that much attention to them because you figured enough of the school already did. You didn’t have anything against them, though. They were impressive dancers. And they were cute, too.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you still needed the studio,” you bow, ready to pack up and leave.

“No, it’s okay,” he stops you, “I just came back for my jacket.”

So it was his, “Oh, well, I’m done for the day anyway.”

“Hey..” he stops you again. You made it further across the room this time, “why don’t you drop by the studio tomorrow after school? Our crew could use someone like you.”