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The Prince of Ballet 2/?

[anonymous]

He sat on the curb, adjusting his cap and waiting for Gunwoo to come by on his bike so they could head over to the shopping district and meet up with Seyong. Junq’s stomach was growling; he had been avoiding snacking all day. He really wanted to eat some street stall food, the unhealthier the better.

A few people walked by his apartment building while he sat half in the shade half in the sun, but none of them were Gunwoo and his bright red bike. Junq checked the time on his phone. Gunwoo was six minutes later than he said he’d arrive. He rested his hands on his chin and propped his elbows on his knees, watching a car turn and go down the street.

“Junq,” A screech of bike tires stopping too fast and feet hitting the pavement. “I’m here let’s go,” Gunwoo said, hopping off his bike and walking it over to the bike rack in the alley to the side of Junq’s apartment.

“You’re late hyung.” Junq wasn’t about to let Gunwoo off. Gunwoo didn’t even live that far away, just in a different apartment complex three blocks to the south. They were used to biking back and forth to each other’s apartments and it didn’t take more than a few minutes.

Gunwoo was locking his bike up, “I know, I was waiting for a download to finish and my connection speed dropped.”

Junq shook his head, Gunwoo downloaded the weirdest things: manga, anime, porn, tv shows. But if you were looking for something, he was the first person to ask. “You know Seyong’s going to be mad we’re late again.” He stood up and started walking towards the bus stop at the end of the street with Gunwoo tailing behind him.

“Seyong? I’ll buy him something sweet and he’ll forget all about it.” Gunwoo brushed it off.

Seyong was too easy to manipulate sometimes.

They were in luck and didn’t have to wait at the bus stop for very long, paying for their ride and finding two empty seats in the back. The bus wasn’t crowded on a Monday afternoon except for a few older couples and a group of giggling teenagers. Junq puffed up in hopes that they were looking at him. One girl kept glancing over in their direction, so Junq took a second to smooth down his hair under his cap, ignoring the scoff Gunwoo made in his direction.

Gunwoo poked him on the shoulder, “How’s studying going?”

Junq did not want to think about studying over his summer break, all he had been doing since his senior year had started was study and go to extracurricular activities. He wanted to immerse himself in gaming and sports. Gunwoo didn’t have to worry about it because he already was in college.

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“Make sure you don’t fail the exam, you need to try to get into my college,” said Gunwoo. He picked at a piece of unraveling string on what used to be a t-shirt before he’d taken a scissors to it and cut off the sleeves.

Gunwoo had the strangest fashion. Junq was fine in just a baggy shirt and basketball shorts, but Gunwoo had to take it to a whole new level.

“It’s our stop - hyung, what if I don’t want to go to the same college as you?” Junq said, getting up and exiting out the front.

Gunwoo grabbed him by the shoulder, “Don’t you want me to show you around? It’s a great school.”

Precisely why Junq wasn’t sure he wanted to apply to Gunwoo’s college, even though it had a good arts school and Junq wanted to take music and dance classes. Part of the reason behind taking the summer ballet class was to gain more dance experience than what he already had.

“Hyung, Seyong’s waiting over there and he looks pissed.”

The Prince of Ballet 3/?

[anonymous]

Standing in front of the café they were supposed to be meeting at, Seyong had his hands in his pockets and a frown on his face. Junq hurried over, disregarding what Gunwoo was saying about not listening to him when he was speaking. Half of the time Junq ignored what Gunwoo was talking about since he liked to go off on tangents or question stupid things like why the chicken crossed the road. Seyong’s frown lifted when he reached him, and Junq nodded his head in apology.

“Sorry we’re late.”

Seyong took his hands out of his pockets, “I should have expected, what was it this time?”

“My downloads are important,” Gunwoo said. He didn’t offer any further explanation, slapping Seyong on the back and starting to walk down the road.

Junq shrugged and followed, listening to Seyong chatter about the new sports game he’d bought for his console. Jealousy creeping in because it was the newest version that Junq had been eyeing online. But his parents always told him he didn’t have time for video games - he should be studying. If he wanted to take dance classes, then he’d had to give something up in return. At least they didn’t take the laptop away that they gave him for homework.

He would have to go to Seyong’s house if he wanted to play it, and Seyong lived farther away than Gunwoo.

“Hey, aren’t you doing some dance class or something? What were you talking about last week?” Seyong asked while they strolled down the street.

Junq tried to wave the subject away, “Yeah, it starts next Monday.”

“Really? What kind of dance?”

“Hey, fish cakes, let’s eat some -” Junq veered off to the side, grabbing Gunwoo by the side of his shirt and pulling him away from the vendor selling sunglasses. “I’ll pay.”

Inside, his stomach was flopping over telling Seyong that he was taking a ballet class. He didn’t want to tell anyone out of fear of their reaction because Seyong and Gunwoo would probably laugh in his face, and tease him for all eternity. Plus, the rice cakes did look delicious and he was very hungry. He took one from the stall and shoved it into his mouth.

Seyong and Gunwoo went with it since Junq knew it was nearly impossible for them to turn down free food.

“What’s with you Junq?” Seyong said, chewing on his own rice cake, “You never offer to pay.”

Gunwoo held on to his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t holding his skewer, “Are you in some kind of trouble? Drugs, sex, prostitution? Do you need some money? Did you get someone pregnant?”

“What?” Junq pushed Gunwoo away, “No I’m not in trouble, and I’m definitely not prostituting myself.” The woman managing the street food stall turned towards their outburst, and Junq stamped his foot on the ground in frustration. “You two are…ugh.”

Seyong picked up another skewer, “I’m going to eat as much as I want here unless you spill.”

Junq groaned, he did not want to spend all his pocket money on Seyong’s stomach. He wanted to look at the shops too, and get something else to eat later. “But hyung, it’s embarrassing.”

The Prince of Ballet 4/?

[anonymous]

“What’s embarrassing? Your face?” said Seyong, talking with his mouth full.

Blinking, Junq clenched his teeth, “This face is godly.”

Gunwoo’s giant owl eyes swooped into Junq’s view, having thrust his head too close to Junq’s face. “It’s the dance class isn’t it? What are you taking, modern dance? Jazz? Tap? Belly dancing?”

“Hey if you were going to take belly dancing you should have told me first I would have signed up with you,” Seyong said, his lips curving up into a smile.

“No, none of those.” Junq set his finished skewer down asked the vendor for the bill, cutting off Gunwoo and Seyong ability to eat further.

Seyong wiped his face with the back of his hand, “What is it then, pole dancing? Ballet?”

Junq choked on his own spit.

“It is ballet isn’t it?” - Seyong slapped him on the back - “You in tights, Gunwoo hyung Junq in tights.” Junq did his best to ignore Seyong’s irritating laughter as he was getting his change back.

“You have to wear tights? What about one of those skirts...” Gunwoo asked.

Seyong provided him with the correct term, “A tutu.”

“No,” Junq said. He straightened his cap to reduce the glare of the sun, and started to walk down the street again. If he didn’t get either of them into a shop or distracted by something shiny, then they would continue to ask him intruding questions. Junq thought it was embarrassing enough for someone his age to join a ballet class, never mind the fact that he was a boy too.

He avoided a woman with a baby stroller and made quick footwork to a small shop selling hats - Gunwoo loved this sort of stuff. Behind him Seyong and Gunwoo were trying to keep up.

“What’s wrong?” Gunwoo asked, pulling him aside by the elbow before he could step inside the shop. “It’s not like you’re taking the class seriously right?”

“No, I’m just doing it because my parents told me to.”

“Ah, the life of a high schooler.” Gunwoo sighed and wrapped an arm around Junq’s shoulders, “Maybe you’ll learn something, something bendy.”

“Gross hyung.” Junq did not want to think about what Gunwoo might be alluding too.

Seyong finally caught up to them. “Hey, hey,” he pointed ahead of him a few paces towards two guys wearing loose clothing, “That guy has a pin that says I love ballet on his bag. Do you think he does ballet?”

“Gee, I don’t know hyung,” said Junq jokingly.

“He’s pretty handsome. Junq you can’t be a ballet dancer, you’re not ballet dancery enough.”

What kind of logic was that? “Hyung!” Junq said, feeling offended, he took other dance classes, and he wasn’t hopeless. He was a little skinny, but he could work on that. The man with the I love ballet pin was extremely built and good-looking for someone who must dance. Junq bet he didn’t look bad in tights, his legs muscles were fit and his shoulders and arms also.

Those five-pound weights in his room were lying there collecting dust.

“What? I’m just saying he’s good looking and manly, and you’re just cute.”

Junq rolled his eyes. “I’m a man too.”

But Seyong was addicted to working out and building muscle.

Gunwoo tugged on Seyong’s arm, bringing him to his attention, “Do you think he’s gay?”

“Hyung,” Junq said sternly. The two guys weren’t standing very far away and here Gunwoo was making questions about their sexuality. Getting beaten up by a ballet dancer was the last thing Junq wanted to recount about his day.

Though, he was a tiny bit curious himself.