This Friend | Yeonbin

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Soobin P.O.V

Yeonjun was right when he said the theme of the dance was bad.

It's so bad: It's disco themed.

Seriously.

I hate it so much.

I step inside and look around the room. Oh boy.

There are psychedelic floral prints everywhere, and the teachers are all dressed up accordingly. They're so into it I'm slightly embarrassed for them.

Even the young ones, who should know better, are dressed up. There's a young male teacher standing by an archway of golden balloons. I'm guessing he's a PE teacher, as he's ripped.

He's wearing a massive curly wig, pink circular sunglasses, and a fake mustache.

He's still hot, but yeesh.

A huge banner hangs on the far wall. It reads: PANIC!

I guess it's a reference to the band. I don't need the sign to tell me what to do, because the gym is packed.

There are so. Many. People.

And Yeonjun is here.

I walk farther into the gym, looking for him. There's very little room to move, and the air is already warm in a gross, stuffy way. A guy bumps into me, then glares at me, like it was my fault.

"Sorry," I say, then I shut my mouth.

I have no idea why I apologized, it was totally his fault.

Stupid brain.

My plan of attack is to talk to Yeonjun and get out of here ASAP. I mean, it's a dance, filled with strangers. So, a horror show.

It doesn't matter that the golden lights around the place look kind of magical, or that everyone is dressed up so nice, and I think I look the best I ever have.

I don't belong here.

There's a stall by the door, where you can buy cans of soda or bags of chips for a dollar. I walk over to the stall and buy a Coke, mostly so I'll look busy, or like I'm someone who knows what to do at these things.

I crack it open and walk over to a section of wooden bleachers and sit down on the first row. Up the back, a straight couple is making out. Already?

I sip my Coke.

Seriously, what am I doing?

I shouldn't be here. I should've told Dad my suspicions about
him and let him deal with it. If
Yeonjun finds out that I know about his plan, then he might react badly.

If he really is a Choi, and he finds out that I know, then I might be in the line of fire.

But I can't see that happening.

I really can't.

If he meant to hurt me, I'd know. Right?

I rub my temples. I really don't know what I'm doing. I look up. And holy crap.

He's here. And he looks amazing.

He's wearing a maroon suit over a white shirt and a skinny black tie. It's perfectly tailored to his body, and the colour does wonders for his hair, making it look a richer brown than usual.

I'm so here for it. He'd look right at home on a red carpet.

I walk over to him. My shoes click on the floor. Everything else blurs away.

I might be walking up to Choi Yeonjun.

or if its "Yeonjun"

My enemy.