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Wooyoung sat on the stage in the empty auditorium, breaking into his pointe shoes a bit more while soft and whimsical ballet numbers played in his headphones, he smiled, hopping up from the cold stage and standing his toes and starting to let the music control his hands and feet. Wooyoung leaps and turns, going from a battement, to a pirouette and back into standard releve, Wooyoung does one last spin before Yeosang, Seonghwa and Hongjoong barge into the auditorium causing Wooyoung to snatch off his headphones and running towards them."Hi! Uhm. Classes were dismissed so what're you guys still doing here?" Wooyoung asked before Seonghwa looks over to Yeosang and Yeosang at Hongjoong before they all look over to Wooyoung, they all furrow their eyebrows almost in unison. "You... seriously haven't heard? Those headphones must be fucking great." Hongjoong laughs before Yeosang puts his finger over his mouth and spinning around Wooyoung."You stupid boy..the prince is coming here.to our school in tomorrow, he's the reason we've had to prepare for a performance so long. I love him dearly but my toes can no longer handle such pain." Yeosang cries as Wooyoung gasps, "This means...we'll get into the best ballet school in the world if we impress the royals!"Seonghwa sarcastically laughs at Wooyoung, "He's not just paying a visit, Youngie. He's a student here now." Hongjoong looks at Seonghwa with the same expression as Wooyoung, "What the fuck? We did not know all of that." they both say, practically screaming while Seonghwa nods. "Yes..he got into some scandal and the king and queen want to send him away, to be 'disciplined' but..he won't get that at this school, there's a new painting in the stairwell every week, no one can ever get to their classes in that mess. Y'know-" Yeosang shushs Seonghwa, "Do not rant about stairwells at this time..me and Wooyoung need to practice, Seonghwa you're a culinary student so go make the prince a welcome tart or something and Hongjoong...I actually forgot what you major in right now so just go. His arrival is tomorrow and if we fuck this up I will burn this school down."ON THE DAY ON THE PRINCE’S ARRIVAL.Wooyoung waited on the stage, alongside Yeosang and the rest of the dancers, all standing in a crisp fourth position…the prince soon arrived, Wooyoung squinted as the prince entered the auditorium, his eyesight was horrible but anybody could see such beauty even from afar, he was chiseled and sharp the equivalent of handsome but there was not a single emotional behind his eyes, Wooyoung drowned into his thoughts before he struck in dance once the music started to be played by the orchestra, Swan Lake, OP.20, Act ||, Wooyoung moved his arms and feet, every leap and turn he did with a smile, he danced so happily he forgot why he was doing so, as the violin got more deep and violent then it was Wooyoung’s turn to be in the center, he looked back over to the prince, his expression matched the ghastly sound of the ringing violin, Wooyoung was scared of that face but he turned and twirled with all his might..he felt that if he messed up in front of the prince it would be like being rejected from heaven and being sent down to hell.
how could beauty be so daunting?
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Wooyoung rushed off of the stage as soon as the performance concluded, only to be stopped by the prince and the headmistress.“This is Jung Wooyoung, my favorite student. Don’t tell anybody they might get jealous.” The headmistress snorted before clearing her throat, “He’s the lead of our ballet troupe, better walking on his toes than on his heels. He’s just…amazing and such a modest boy.” Wooyoung couldn’t hear Ms.Faerie’s compliments, he’d been drowning himself with thoughts that the prince was glaring at him, his hands shaking and his feet hurt more than usual. “Greetings, Jung Wooyoung. I am Choi San, prince of Auredon.” Wooyoung nodded, bowing to the prince so much that he’d basically been on his knees, this time the prince really was glaring at him but Wooyoung wasn’t sure if it was of pity or disgust so Wooyoung hurried away, he’d bumped into both Ms.Faerie and the prince but the sweat dripped from his forehead to his legs underneath his tutu, he didn’t notice his disrespects at the moment, he’d just wanted to changing back into his regular clothes and go eat with his friends, I don’t know why he’s so scary but ..he haunts me. Wooyoung thought, trying to catch his breathe in the empty student lounge. The welcoming soirée had come to an end and Wooyoung huddled up in his silky white clothes and he had not yet left the main building to go to his dorm, he waited for his friends to come so he continued to sit in the lounge, sulking at his idiotic acts he sought to distract himself so he drew in his large, soft papered sketchbook and it took him away, his hands were captivated to just move, after a few minutes he got a tap on his shoulder, Hongjoong squinted at his drawing. “Wooyoung…what the hell did you draw?” Wooyoung looked down at it, it was just half of a face, it looked weird Wooyoung didn’t even notice what he’d been drawing but it was eerie and odd.
6:27, Tuesday, Rising Storm.Yeosang and Wooyoung had been famished after all that dancing and since Hongjoong offered to pay, they’d ordered as much as they could get, while stuffing their faces Seonghwa sighs causing everyone to look at him, sighing whilst eating meant it was serious.Wooyoung forced his food down his throat. “What’s wrong, mandu?” Wooyoung said with a worry in his voice as every one looked over at Seonghwa, anticipating an answer. “It’s just I totally fucked up the performance today and I tried to make friends with the prince and I messed that up as well, I’m just so disappointed in myself.” Seonghwa cried yet Wooyoung cringed, the word prince had put him off his meal so he hopped up, “I must do something very important at my dorm, I must scurry.” He blurted as he wiped the pad thai sauce from his mouth before grabbing his jacket, immediately walking away. “Goodnight WooWoo!” they yelled to him in unison as he bolted away. 7:59, Tuesday, Heavy Storming.Wooyoung had missed the last street running train and his phone died, the rain soaked his clothes and his hair was curled and dripping, once he’d reached the dormitory he felt a shiver through his entire body, most powerful in his thighs, Wooyoung wasn’t sure if he was because the sudden temperature change or that something was completely possessing him to quake the way he did. Wooyoung sensed eyes watching him from the moment he stepped into building, he quickly huddled up in his bed after changing his clothes and turning on his tiny space heater and after a few minutes of relaxing on his computer he heard a knock on his door so he hopped up, hoping it was the meal he’d ordered on his way here so he flung the door open, only to be met with another shiver as the prince stood in front of him, looking at down at him like he was just a peasant that’d fell to the ground.
once again, horrified by that face.
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VERY MINOR VIOLENT DEPICTIONS, DONT LIKE/ CANT HANDLE DONT READ. Wooyoung looks up at the prince who stood in front of him as if he was going to eat Wooyoung limb by limb. "Hello, modest boy. Are you not going to greet me?" San said, looking Wooyoung up and down, his eyes falling to the Strawberry Shortcake shorts Wooyoung had been lounging in. "...." San soon let out a laugh, "Yes, modest indeed." he said before inviting himself into Wooyoung's room, sitting on his small couch, Wooyoung who was too afraid to even open his mouth, "I-I-I won't..I have to..uh, I'll get you water!" Wooyoung stammers before running to the kitchen, taking a pot of water out of the filter and pouring it into a cup before forcing himself out of the kitchen to give it to the prince, not looking at him as he does. "You, Wooyoung, are a maniac. It is making me rather uncomfortable." San continued to speak as Wooyoung stood there, his legs barely holding him up so San looked at Wooyoung once again, "Are you seriously not going to speak to me if not offering a glass of water? You are the first to have such manners," San says with a hint of sternness before letting out a sigh and getting up from the minimalist sized couch, putting the glass down, "Well then.. I came here by my mothers order, she thought it'd be nice if I were to befriend the schools most talented kid but you, Wooyoung..you won't move nor talk, you just sit there shaking and sweating. I won't stress it though because.." San pauses his sentence and walks over to the door opening it as if he was hesitating.. "You will soon have no other choice but to talk to me." 8:30AM, Foggy, Wooyoungs Dorm.Wooyoung springs up from his bed, he was drenched in sweat and could barely breathe, Wooyoung had an unexplainably gashing headache, he couldn't remember half of anything he did last night. Wooyoung crawled out of his bed it was like his entire body had been falling apart, like he had fell into a lake and the water and water was swimming through his fractured bones, he groans before reaching for the cup on the table in front of his couch, chugging the water inside it with vigor, the water had helped just enough. Wooyoung slowly rose onto his feet, clinging onto the wall while taking a bunch of breaths before he vision finally came back clear and the temperature of his body faded along with the headache. Wooyoung sighed as he walked over to his fridge, praying the sesame and orange chicken he’d ordered was still there if he wa so remember anything it was food. Once he saw the two containers of chicken in the fridge he transferred them to a bowl, as he was about to put them in the microwave he paused, running to his bed to grab his phone. “Where the fuck did it go?” Wooyoung cried as he looked everywhere even in his bag from last night, Wooyoung soon got a flash of the night before of prince San in his room. “Him…” he thought before thinking with his head up to the ceiling, after a minute Wooyoung was turning red in his face and ear, he grabbed his sweatpants and slid them on, slamming the door of his dorm open and storming out to the bigger building across the road where the royal student would reside. “Where is the crown prince?! That fucker stole from me! Hes snooping through all of my shit!” he yelled causing every staff, maid and butler to look at him, he felt not a sprinkle of empathy for giving them a hard time. “Tell me where he is or I will go live on let Auredon know that their future king is a-“ Wooyoung was cut off by an annoyed and sleepy voice.
“Modest boy, you’re causing a bit of fuss, don’t you think it’s too early for that?”