it's unexpected to some how he finds comfort in the art of dance, but jaewon chooses to breathe it like it’s air (probably because everything else to do with university leaves him suffocating). a step into the dance studio, headphones plugged in and a hand tucked in his hoodie pocket as he sets his bag down is enough to cast eyes his way. most of them belong to the younger years, curious to see why his name always kicks up such a fuss and he’s not in the mood to be babysitting so he throws them a mildly irritated look, tinged with enough poison to leave them looking away for now. it’s with a less venomous look that he glances at the people in his year, or at least those that he’s grown close enough (as close as he could without them making a run for it) to maintain some decent conversation with. he ducks down, tying his laces before a shadow falls across him and his gaze is drawn up, up, up to meet yejun’s. he arches an eyebrow expectantly, looking a faint mixture of amused and bemused. “ are you with me today?
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