Pondering the halls of this gritty school was Kai. He should be at his own club but curiosity had him by the neck. Besides, who cares? He was sure that they would be fine with a day of his absence. It was just dancing after all. If they needed him to baby them so bad then why were they even there? Tsk. They needed the practice anyhow. What’s the point of sticking around if he was just going to be constantly disappointed with their lack of knowledge on how to stick to the beat. Maybe, by some sort of miracle, he’ll return the next day with a bunch of kids who don’t have two left feet.
“Yeah, right, and I’ll be reborn a virgin again.” Kai sighed to himself, putting out his lit cigarette as he exhaled the toxic fumes incased in his lungs. He drug the flames against the brick until it was nothing but a crumpled orange butt end that he flicked aimlessly into the bushes. It’s a nasty habit that he’d taken up at the age of thirteen. His parents hated the habit and constantly trying to confiscate them or grounding him in hopes that he’d come to his senses. His older siblings turned their noses up to him because, in there eyes, he’d always be their kid brother he does more harm than good. Unfortunately, Kai’s ‘I could care less’ attitude remains intact.
After giving everything enough thought, he decided to go through with this curiosity of his and seeing what this literature club was all about. A lot of what most, actually none for that matter, know is that reading and writing was his best and favorite things to do in school. Probably the only subjects he wasn’t sleeping through. Hell, who knows, maybe he’ll no longer have to deal with the disappointment of his fellow Dance members if he switched into another passion of his.
He ran his fingers through his platinum bleach blonde hair and tucked it under his cap and pushed his fingers into his bomber jacket. It was way too cold in Seoul to be wearing such a light weight jacket but it it’s what he usually wore to the dance studio. Unfortunately he changed his mind on set destination a little too late since he was not peering into the literature clubs meeting area. The only thing was, what he saw stunned him and made him stumble back a bit since the sight of one face sent a sudden feeling of guilt flooding through him. There were so many things that went speeding through his mind: What should I do? Why is she here? When did she even get here? What do I say? Should I just go in? Should I wait? This was ridiculous yet he couldn’t get his feet to move through the door nor peel themselves to walk away. Instead, he stood there and waited for them to be dismissed.
