suzywoo - 2/?
Title: Fight fire with fire
Author: kanintallrik
Pairing: Wooyoung x Suzy, (onesided Suzy x Minho)
Rating: pg-13
Genre: highschool!au
Summary: For Suzy, winning the school dance competition marks the start of her new, amazing life. Wooyoung just wants to hang out with the girl he likes.
Wooyoung’s still tired at lunch, and he greatly welcomes the thought of a good meal and some rest for his aching muscles. He’s heading for a table across the hall where Chansung and Junho are already sitting, when someone suddenly tugs at his sleeve, almost causing him to drop his tray. When he looks down to find Suzy at his side, the usual rush of sparkly, pink butterflies in his stomach is mixed up with some good, old-fashioned annoyance.
Suzy’s table is empty, save from herself, and she kicks out the chair across her as an unmisinterpretable gesture. Wooyoung sends a last, longing glance at his friends before sinking down in the offered seat.
“What?” he growls harshly before brutally stabbing a potato with his fork.
“I think we need to improve our choreo a bit.” She hisses conspiratorially, leaning over the table. Something sinks deep in Wooyoung’s stomach. Oh god, no.
“I was just starting to get it right!”
“It’s not good enough.” Suzy states simply, shoving a load of steamed vegetables into her mouth as if that’s that.
“You’re sure anal enough…” Wooyoung can’t help but to mutter, and luckily Suzy ignores him.
“We need more edge.” She continues, the image of Krystal dancing around Minho like some flying cat briefly floating through her head. “Sexiness.” She adds, and suddenly that sinking thing in Wooyoung’s stomach rises again.
“And; tomorrow we’re going shopping for costumes.” The levitating object in Wooyoung’s stomach starts sinking again.
“Does that mean no practice?” He asks hopefully.
Suzy scoffs. “It means you shouldn’t make any plans for the rest of the evening.”
-
Wooyoung sends Suzy a searching glance through the mirror.
“We’re going to be laughed at.”
“No we’re not.” Suzy dismisses his comment without any hesitation, tugging at the high collar of the sleeveless vest in black PVC that Wooyoung is wearing.
“Why does it have to be so… um, exquisite?”
Suzy gives him a mortifying glare. “We’re not going to win anything in sweats and t-shirts, you know.”
Wooyoung forlornly turns to look at his reflection again. “We’re so going to be laughed at.”
“The outfits must match the choreography and the essence of the performance.” Suzy explains, impatiently now. “and most importantly, we have to match each other.”
“What will you be wearing?” Wooyoung pipes up, suddenly feeling a little interested.
“You’ll see.” The tone of her voice effectively shuts Wooyoung up, and soon Suzy continues; somewhat regretting the grade of harshness with which she spoke; “I haven’t finished it yet.”
“You’re making it yourself?” he asks disbelievingly.
“Yeah.”
“You sew?”
Suzy fidgets and walks around Wooyoung to tug at the stiff fabric at the back. “Good enough. I bought a book.” There is a pause, and then she adds hurriedly; “Not because of this, of course! It was long ago.” A lie.
“Cool.” Wooyoung mumbles, clearly impressed. He fiddles with the price tag, frowns and adds; “Who’s paying for all this, by the way?”
Suzy comes around to the front again and leans against the mirror.
“You, of course.”
“What?” he sputters. “This is almost all my allowance!”
“So you do have the money?” Suzy grins.
“Not to spend on this! Why do I have to pay for it?”
Suzy shrugs. “It’s your outfit, isn’t it?”
“That you picked!”
“Hey, we’re two about this, right?”
Wooyoung scoffs. “I wonder. Choice of music - Suzy Bae. Choreography - Suzy Bae. Outfits and styling - Suzy Bae. What do I actually get to do, other than dance around like some puppet?”
“You can start with contributing financially.” Suzy replies dryly. “I’m paying for my outfit, you know.”
Wooyoung glares. “Fine. But in that case, I want a say in these new choreo changes you speak of.”
Suzy narrows her eyes at him. “We’ll see about that.”
“No, promise!” Wooyoung argues and points a finger in Suzy’s face. She backs away with a frown. “I’m not bad at this, if you could just give me a chance.”
“Fine. But if we don’t win, I’m taking it all out on you. Now let’s go, we have to find a pair of pants as well.”
“What, more?” Wooyoung wails; “I can’t afford this!”
-
Suzy comes home around nine; tired and sick of Wooyoung, sick of company, and she’s almost grateful for the dark, quiet apartment greeting her. She hurries through the living room to do what she’s been doing every time she’s been feeling down the last month; opening the closet in her room and to take out the uncompleted stage outfit.
It had started with a black latex jacket found at a flea market. A monstrosity, oversized and over-stitched accordingly to 90’s fashion, but she had taken it apart and remodeled it into a short, tight bolero; dipping down in the back and reaching around her body to meet just below her chin with a hook at the front. Although not the most eye-catching part of the ensemble, the bolero was the key piece, just because Suzy said so. And now that she had found a matching top for her partner, she was somewhat calmed. He mustn’t outshine her, but still look good enough to embellish her.
Needless to say, she’d danced alone if she could, but the damned rules said Couples only. Something about having the students practice teamwork and whatnot. Suzy scoffs.
The beginnings of a skirt are heaped upon the desk, next to an old sewing machine. So far it’s just a gigantic pile of black tulle, but Suzy can’t help but to smile as she looks at it. When finished, it’s gonna look great.
She slumps down on the bed, and her mind starts to wander into familiar meadows; fields of warmth and skin and big brown eyes. <3CMH<3… Soon her hand wanders down into her pants.
-
“How about this?” Wooyoung asks, mostly to himself, and starts humming the familiar melody as he moves his body along. Suzy is seated at the floor at the side and, even though she hates it, has to admit that he actually is pretty good.
“And then you go like this…” Wooyoung continues, and juts his hip out and pops his chest in the most feminine manner. Suzy can’t help but to burst out laughing. When manages to look at him again, he’s standing limply, looking offended.
“What?” he questions sourly.
“Maybe we should switch routines. You have talents.”
“Whatever” Wooyoung growls, and sits down on his haunches to take a drink from his bottle. “I’ll just stick to my own parts, then.”
“Actually…” Suzy trails, getting to her feet. “I kinda liked that move.” She juts her own hip out, cocks her head to the side so her hair flips over and strongly pops her chest once, twice. For a moment Wooyoung can only stare.
“That was…” he manages. “That was, well, good.”
“Of course it was.” Suzy says, dead serious. “I was doing it.”
They try going through the new moves, but Wooyoung suddenly stops in the middle and shuts the music off.
“You’re doing it wrong.” He comments flatly.
Suzy stares at him. “You’re correcting me?”
“Yep.” Wooyoung snaps, and positions himself at Suzy’s side. “It goes more like this…” He just his hip out again, and cocks his shoulders almost diagonally.
“…You look ridiculous.” Suzy mutters, but takes a few steps forward to try it anyway. She’s almost freezes when Wooyoung puts his hands on her waist and she feels him moving his shoulders with hers. She spins around;
“What the hell are you doing?”
Wooyoung cautiously backs away with his hands up. “I was just…”
“Just what?!”
“You said we’d try more edge. More… sexiness…” He trails off on the last word until it’s barely audible.
“That doesn’t mean I want your hands all over me!”
Wooyoung sighs deeply, and grabs Suzy’s wrist to lead her closer to the mirrored wall. He hums the tune and Suzy reluctantly gets into position, Wooyoung just behind her. There is an awkward, barely synchronized double pop of the shoulders, accompanied with a disgusted look on Suzy’s face and a highly sheepish one on Wooyoungs’. For a moment they just stare blankly at each other in the mirror.
“That was awful.” Suzy sulks. Wooyoung sighs again.
“If you could just put some emotion into it…”
“If you could just stop breathing in my ear! It creeps me out!”
“Would you stop being such a baby and show just an ounce of this professionalism you claim to possess?” Wooyoung snaps. “Again!”
Suzy fumes; who the hell does he think he is?! No way she’ll let him boss her around; she’ll show him her true level.
She takes a long step on stretched legs, pirouettes once and falls into Wooyoungs arms, actually pressing her back into his chest. She tilts her hips and they move their shoulders in unison, eyes glued to the reflection in the mirror.
Again they find themselves staring sheepishly into the air, but this time Suzy barely notices, barely minds, Wooyoungs hands on her body.
“That was…” Wooyoung trails, and Suzy fills in; “…Really good.”
She turns her head just a little bit, but when she meets Wooyoungs gaze her head whips back and she snaps; “Fine!”
-
“So…” Wooyoung starts tentatively. “One week, huh?”
“Yeah…” Suzy mumbles. It’s Friday afternoon, and exactly one week till D-Day, but Suzy isn’t nervous. Why would she be, with her talents?
She has brought the shoes (also a thrift find) she’s planning to wear for the showcase. They’re nothing special; black Mary Janes with a neat little heel, but she can dance in them, and that is (she admits reluctantly) what’s most important. She’s on the floor, working on the straps when Wooyoung comes sneaking up behind her. When she notices his presence she whips her head around and points a glare at him.
“Did you bring the shoes?” she demands. Wooyoung barely has time to reply before she continues; “Let me see them,” with a wave of the hand. He brings out a tote bag from the corner.
They’re black and well-polished, and the lacing reaches just above the ankle. But most important of all; they have leather soles. Suzy is impressed.
“They’re okay.” She comments vaguely, with a slight wrinkle of the nose. “Put them on.”
She gets to her feet, and when he also has straightened his back she grins at the full inch she gains on him. She stamps her left foot once, twice into the hard wooden floor and grins again at the dull noise it produces. That will make a nice effect on stage.
She stretches up and takes a few twirling steps around Wooyoungs limp form up to the CD-player, and he watches her will badly concealed interest. They’ve almost got the new routine covered, and now they’re just have to memorize it and work out all the kinks… sadly, there is a lot. They’re still unsynchronized and jagged, but more importantly; the chemistry is painfully lacking. Suzy takes a deep breath, turns the music on and tries to not look at Wooyoung as they get into position.
Even though she tries, she can’t help but to twitch slightly every time he touches her; and with the new moves, there is a lot of that. They work through the song with a constantly deepening wrinkle between Wooyoung’s brows, and when the speakers fall silent he sets a, in Suzy’s opinion, highly unpleasant gaze on her.
“What?” she snaps.
“I want to try something.” He explains. “…But you’ll be mad at me.”
She doesn’t even have time to react before he has dived forward and scooped her up with arms tightly wrapped around her waist. She feels her feet loose contact with the floor and when Wooyoung breaks out in a series of pirouettes she can’t help but to grab at his shoulder with one hand and wrap the other around his neck with a choked cry. When he finally puts her back down he’s laughing. Suzy looks ready to kill.
“Loosen up already!” he shouts, pinches both of her cheeks before she can do anything else and gleefully stretches her face to near inrecognition.
“’at ‘e hell-“ Suzy manages and violently slaps his hands away.
“We have to tou~ch each other!” Wooyoung sing-songs and starts poking her stomach. Suzy backs away but he promptly chases after her around the hall, despite her loud protests.
“Hey! He- Cut that out! Don’t- don’t you dare…”
Wooyoung laughs, and practically throws himself at her with his arms stretched out like an over-enthusiastic preacher.
“Tou~ch me!”
And Wooyoungs laughter is, despite all, contagious; Suzy soon finds herself snorting and giggling and punches Wooyoung lightly in the chest. Suddenly the chase is reversed; Wooyoung twirls around and takes a flaily dance-step across the floor and Suzy grabs the chance to give his butt a good slap.
That is when she suddenly becomes aware of the open door by the end of the room, and the two figures standing in the doorway.
Suzy freezes in a quite unflattering pose and realizes, with increasing dread and Wooyoungs loud cackles as soundtrack, that Krystal and Minho (CMH<3CMH<3CMH) are watching them, looking quite amused.
“Hey.” Minho starts, and not until then does Wooyoung notice their spectators. “All the other halls are occupied. Um… Room for another pair?” he manages politely, while Krystal giggles behind her hand.
It takes two seconds before Suzy makes a run for it; dashing towards the door on the opposite side of the hall. She barely registers Wooyoungs questioning call; “Suzy?” before the door slams shut behind her and she continues down the corridor.
He finds the black pair of shoes (with feet in them,) in a bathroom stall by the end of the hall.
He lets it rest a moment, before; “The hell was that?”
“This is the girl’s bathroom.” Comes Suzy’s voice soon, sounding strangely tight.
“Yeah, whatever.” He leans against the door of her stall. “There’s nobody else here. And you’re not pooping, are you?”
“The hell!?” she sounds angry now, and Wooyoung grins slightly.
“Got the runs? That’s why you had to leave so quickly?”
Suddenly the door opens and slams into the back of Wooyoungs head; he stumbles forward, massaging his poor scalp as Suzy strides up to the basins. She looks him up and down through the mirrors; fancy black shoes matched with grey sweats and the short, unstyled hair awkwardly on end. She sighs, deeply. Why, oh why. Wooyoung sends her a glare.
“Look, I don’t care what your deal is, but if I remember correctly we have a dance competition to win.”
“Go home.” Suzy says wearily. “We’ll practice another day.”
“Tomorrow?” he questions.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Where? We can’t be here on a Saturday.”
Suzy tiredly eyes herself in the mirror. Well, isn’t that just great. She turns to face him, not without a sharp sting of irritation at the sight of his face.
“I guess we could find some street, but there will be people around and that’ll be awkward…”
“Actually.” Wooyoung clears his throat. “I have a pretty big living room…”
Well, isn’t that just great.
Author: kanintallrik
Pairing: Wooyoung x Suzy, (onesided Suzy x Minho)
Rating: pg-13
Genre: highschool!au
Summary: For Suzy, winning the school dance competition marks the start of her new, amazing life. Wooyoung just wants to hang out with the girl he likes.
Wooyoung’s still tired at lunch, and he greatly welcomes the thought of a good meal and some rest for his aching muscles. He’s heading for a table across the hall where Chansung and Junho are already sitting, when someone suddenly tugs at his sleeve, almost causing him to drop his tray. When he looks down to find Suzy at his side, the usual rush of sparkly, pink butterflies in his stomach is mixed up with some good, old-fashioned annoyance.
Suzy’s table is empty, save from herself, and she kicks out the chair across her as an unmisinterpretable gesture. Wooyoung sends a last, longing glance at his friends before sinking down in the offered seat.
“What?” he growls harshly before brutally stabbing a potato with his fork.
“I think we need to improve our choreo a bit.” She hisses conspiratorially, leaning over the table. Something sinks deep in Wooyoung’s stomach. Oh god, no.
“I was just starting to get it right!”
“It’s not good enough.” Suzy states simply, shoving a load of steamed vegetables into her mouth as if that’s that.
“You’re sure anal enough…” Wooyoung can’t help but to mutter, and luckily Suzy ignores him.
“We need more edge.” She continues, the image of Krystal dancing around Minho like some flying cat briefly floating through her head. “Sexiness.” She adds, and suddenly that sinking thing in Wooyoung’s stomach rises again.
“And; tomorrow we’re going shopping for costumes.” The levitating object in Wooyoung’s stomach starts sinking again.
“Does that mean no practice?” He asks hopefully.
Suzy scoffs. “It means you shouldn’t make any plans for the rest of the evening.”
-
Wooyoung sends Suzy a searching glance through the mirror.
“We’re going to be laughed at.”
“No we’re not.” Suzy dismisses his comment without any hesitation, tugging at the high collar of the sleeveless vest in black PVC that Wooyoung is wearing.
“Why does it have to be so… um, exquisite?”
Suzy gives him a mortifying glare. “We’re not going to win anything in sweats and t-shirts, you know.”
Wooyoung forlornly turns to look at his reflection again. “We’re so going to be laughed at.”
“The outfits must match the choreography and the essence of the performance.” Suzy explains, impatiently now. “and most importantly, we have to match each other.”
“What will you be wearing?” Wooyoung pipes up, suddenly feeling a little interested.
“You’ll see.” The tone of her voice effectively shuts Wooyoung up, and soon Suzy continues; somewhat regretting the grade of harshness with which she spoke; “I haven’t finished it yet.”
“You’re making it yourself?” he asks disbelievingly.
“Yeah.”
“You sew?”
Suzy fidgets and walks around Wooyoung to tug at the stiff fabric at the back. “Good enough. I bought a book.” There is a pause, and then she adds hurriedly; “Not because of this, of course! It was long ago.” A lie.
“Cool.” Wooyoung mumbles, clearly impressed. He fiddles with the price tag, frowns and adds; “Who’s paying for all this, by the way?”
Suzy comes around to the front again and leans against the mirror.
“You, of course.”
“What?” he sputters. “This is almost all my allowance!”
“So you do have the money?” Suzy grins.
“Not to spend on this! Why do I have to pay for it?”
Suzy shrugs. “It’s your outfit, isn’t it?”
“That you picked!”
“Hey, we’re two about this, right?”
Wooyoung scoffs. “I wonder. Choice of music - Suzy Bae. Choreography - Suzy Bae. Outfits and styling - Suzy Bae. What do I actually get to do, other than dance around like some puppet?”
“You can start with contributing financially.” Suzy replies dryly. “I’m paying for my outfit, you know.”
Wooyoung glares. “Fine. But in that case, I want a say in these new choreo changes you speak of.”
Suzy narrows her eyes at him. “We’ll see about that.”
“No, promise!” Wooyoung argues and points a finger in Suzy’s face. She backs away with a frown. “I’m not bad at this, if you could just give me a chance.”
“Fine. But if we don’t win, I’m taking it all out on you. Now let’s go, we have to find a pair of pants as well.”
“What, more?” Wooyoung wails; “I can’t afford this!”
-
Suzy comes home around nine; tired and sick of Wooyoung, sick of company, and she’s almost grateful for the dark, quiet apartment greeting her. She hurries through the living room to do what she’s been doing every time she’s been feeling down the last month; opening the closet in her room and to take out the uncompleted stage outfit.
It had started with a black latex jacket found at a flea market. A monstrosity, oversized and over-stitched accordingly to 90’s fashion, but she had taken it apart and remodeled it into a short, tight bolero; dipping down in the back and reaching around her body to meet just below her chin with a hook at the front. Although not the most eye-catching part of the ensemble, the bolero was the key piece, just because Suzy said so. And now that she had found a matching top for her partner, she was somewhat calmed. He mustn’t outshine her, but still look good enough to embellish her.
Needless to say, she’d danced alone if she could, but the damned rules said Couples only. Something about having the students practice teamwork and whatnot. Suzy scoffs.
The beginnings of a skirt are heaped upon the desk, next to an old sewing machine. So far it’s just a gigantic pile of black tulle, but Suzy can’t help but to smile as she looks at it. When finished, it’s gonna look great.
She slumps down on the bed, and her mind starts to wander into familiar meadows; fields of warmth and skin and big brown eyes. <3CMH<3… Soon her hand wanders down into her pants.
-
“How about this?” Wooyoung asks, mostly to himself, and starts humming the familiar melody as he moves his body along. Suzy is seated at the floor at the side and, even though she hates it, has to admit that he actually is pretty good.
“And then you go like this…” Wooyoung continues, and juts his hip out and pops his chest in the most feminine manner. Suzy can’t help but to burst out laughing. When manages to look at him again, he’s standing limply, looking offended.
“What?” he questions sourly.
“Maybe we should switch routines. You have talents.”
“Whatever” Wooyoung growls, and sits down on his haunches to take a drink from his bottle. “I’ll just stick to my own parts, then.”
“Actually…” Suzy trails, getting to her feet. “I kinda liked that move.” She juts her own hip out, cocks her head to the side so her hair flips over and strongly pops her chest once, twice. For a moment Wooyoung can only stare.
“That was…” he manages. “That was, well, good.”
“Of course it was.” Suzy says, dead serious. “I was doing it.”
They try going through the new moves, but Wooyoung suddenly stops in the middle and shuts the music off.
“You’re doing it wrong.” He comments flatly.
Suzy stares at him. “You’re correcting me?”
“Yep.” Wooyoung snaps, and positions himself at Suzy’s side. “It goes more like this…” He just his hip out again, and cocks his shoulders almost diagonally.
“…You look ridiculous.” Suzy mutters, but takes a few steps forward to try it anyway. She’s almost freezes when Wooyoung puts his hands on her waist and she feels him moving his shoulders with hers. She spins around;
“What the hell are you doing?”
Wooyoung cautiously backs away with his hands up. “I was just…”
“Just what?!”
“You said we’d try more edge. More… sexiness…” He trails off on the last word until it’s barely audible.
“That doesn’t mean I want your hands all over me!”
Wooyoung sighs deeply, and grabs Suzy’s wrist to lead her closer to the mirrored wall. He hums the tune and Suzy reluctantly gets into position, Wooyoung just behind her. There is an awkward, barely synchronized double pop of the shoulders, accompanied with a disgusted look on Suzy’s face and a highly sheepish one on Wooyoungs’. For a moment they just stare blankly at each other in the mirror.
“That was awful.” Suzy sulks. Wooyoung sighs again.
“If you could just put some emotion into it…”
“If you could just stop breathing in my ear! It creeps me out!”
“Would you stop being such a baby and show just an ounce of this professionalism you claim to possess?” Wooyoung snaps. “Again!”
Suzy fumes; who the hell does he think he is?! No way she’ll let him boss her around; she’ll show him her true level.
She takes a long step on stretched legs, pirouettes once and falls into Wooyoungs arms, actually pressing her back into his chest. She tilts her hips and they move their shoulders in unison, eyes glued to the reflection in the mirror.
Again they find themselves staring sheepishly into the air, but this time Suzy barely notices, barely minds, Wooyoungs hands on her body.
“That was…” Wooyoung trails, and Suzy fills in; “…Really good.”
She turns her head just a little bit, but when she meets Wooyoungs gaze her head whips back and she snaps; “Fine!”
-
“So…” Wooyoung starts tentatively. “One week, huh?”
“Yeah…” Suzy mumbles. It’s Friday afternoon, and exactly one week till D-Day, but Suzy isn’t nervous. Why would she be, with her talents?
She has brought the shoes (also a thrift find) she’s planning to wear for the showcase. They’re nothing special; black Mary Janes with a neat little heel, but she can dance in them, and that is (she admits reluctantly) what’s most important. She’s on the floor, working on the straps when Wooyoung comes sneaking up behind her. When she notices his presence she whips her head around and points a glare at him.
“Did you bring the shoes?” she demands. Wooyoung barely has time to reply before she continues; “Let me see them,” with a wave of the hand. He brings out a tote bag from the corner.
They’re black and well-polished, and the lacing reaches just above the ankle. But most important of all; they have leather soles. Suzy is impressed.
“They’re okay.” She comments vaguely, with a slight wrinkle of the nose. “Put them on.”
She gets to her feet, and when he also has straightened his back she grins at the full inch she gains on him. She stamps her left foot once, twice into the hard wooden floor and grins again at the dull noise it produces. That will make a nice effect on stage.
She stretches up and takes a few twirling steps around Wooyoungs limp form up to the CD-player, and he watches her will badly concealed interest. They’ve almost got the new routine covered, and now they’re just have to memorize it and work out all the kinks… sadly, there is a lot. They’re still unsynchronized and jagged, but more importantly; the chemistry is painfully lacking. Suzy takes a deep breath, turns the music on and tries to not look at Wooyoung as they get into position.
Even though she tries, she can’t help but to twitch slightly every time he touches her; and with the new moves, there is a lot of that. They work through the song with a constantly deepening wrinkle between Wooyoung’s brows, and when the speakers fall silent he sets a, in Suzy’s opinion, highly unpleasant gaze on her.
“What?” she snaps.
“I want to try something.” He explains. “…But you’ll be mad at me.”
She doesn’t even have time to react before he has dived forward and scooped her up with arms tightly wrapped around her waist. She feels her feet loose contact with the floor and when Wooyoung breaks out in a series of pirouettes she can’t help but to grab at his shoulder with one hand and wrap the other around his neck with a choked cry. When he finally puts her back down he’s laughing. Suzy looks ready to kill.
“Loosen up already!” he shouts, pinches both of her cheeks before she can do anything else and gleefully stretches her face to near inrecognition.
“’at ‘e hell-“ Suzy manages and violently slaps his hands away.
“We have to tou~ch each other!” Wooyoung sing-songs and starts poking her stomach. Suzy backs away but he promptly chases after her around the hall, despite her loud protests.
“Hey! He- Cut that out! Don’t- don’t you dare…”
Wooyoung laughs, and practically throws himself at her with his arms stretched out like an over-enthusiastic preacher.
“Tou~ch me!”
And Wooyoungs laughter is, despite all, contagious; Suzy soon finds herself snorting and giggling and punches Wooyoung lightly in the chest. Suddenly the chase is reversed; Wooyoung twirls around and takes a flaily dance-step across the floor and Suzy grabs the chance to give his butt a good slap.
That is when she suddenly becomes aware of the open door by the end of the room, and the two figures standing in the doorway.
Suzy freezes in a quite unflattering pose and realizes, with increasing dread and Wooyoungs loud cackles as soundtrack, that Krystal and Minho (CMH<3CMH<3CMH) are watching them, looking quite amused.
“Hey.” Minho starts, and not until then does Wooyoung notice their spectators. “All the other halls are occupied. Um… Room for another pair?” he manages politely, while Krystal giggles behind her hand.
It takes two seconds before Suzy makes a run for it; dashing towards the door on the opposite side of the hall. She barely registers Wooyoungs questioning call; “Suzy?” before the door slams shut behind her and she continues down the corridor.
He finds the black pair of shoes (with feet in them,) in a bathroom stall by the end of the hall.
He lets it rest a moment, before; “The hell was that?”
“This is the girl’s bathroom.” Comes Suzy’s voice soon, sounding strangely tight.
“Yeah, whatever.” He leans against the door of her stall. “There’s nobody else here. And you’re not pooping, are you?”
“The hell!?” she sounds angry now, and Wooyoung grins slightly.
“Got the runs? That’s why you had to leave so quickly?”
Suddenly the door opens and slams into the back of Wooyoungs head; he stumbles forward, massaging his poor scalp as Suzy strides up to the basins. She looks him up and down through the mirrors; fancy black shoes matched with grey sweats and the short, unstyled hair awkwardly on end. She sighs, deeply. Why, oh why. Wooyoung sends her a glare.
“Look, I don’t care what your deal is, but if I remember correctly we have a dance competition to win.”
“Go home.” Suzy says wearily. “We’ll practice another day.”
“Tomorrow?” he questions.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Where? We can’t be here on a Saturday.”
Suzy tiredly eyes herself in the mirror. Well, isn’t that just great. She turns to face him, not without a sharp sting of irritation at the sight of his face.
“I guess we could find some street, but there will be people around and that’ll be awkward…”
“Actually.” Wooyoung clears his throat. “I have a pretty big living room…”
Well, isn’t that just great.