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'You rise up, along with the early morning sun.
Reminding me of your warmth that falls down like the sunset.

P.s. Good luck on your performance :)

-woozi-'

Like the usual, he found a single yellow flower on his locker. Instead of feeling burdened, there's this unexplainable burning fire inside of him that drives him to give his all at the monthly performance later on.

The couple won't be seeing each other till the performance starts, since they have different class and not to mention the dancer needs time to prepare for the stage.

Lunchtime wouldn't be a good time to meet either, since they both are deeply immersed in their own assignments and works. The blond boy with his songs, and the red haired with his dance.

It didn't bother them much, since they spent a healthy amount of time together outside of school, so they could spend their time by themself without worrying to much.

They're still adapting to managing their school life and their new love life, but all seems to be going quite well.

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His performance are only minutes away.

Soonyoung glanced around the room and his sharp eyes latched on Jihoon. The boy giving him a sweet smile of encouragement.

He replied the gesture by waving enthusiastically, before switching back to his tiger persona that's ready to swallow the stage whole. (His duality never fails to amaze Jihoon. And me.)

The audience weren't able to keep themself from letting sounds of amazement and hyping the dancer when he moved. Their eyes locked on to the boy and the passionate performance.

The beats and the movement sync so well it might as well be the lyrics of its own. Knife-like movements coloured the stage with splashes of creativity that leaves the audience wondering how could one thought of such things?

Even though the composer had seen the tiger boy dance to this very same routine before, it was as if he's watching it for the first time.

Wonderful and breathtaking.

Gears working to its top notch, Jihoon try to keep his imagination in check because as badly he wanted to write songs now, he need to watch this till the end.

It was as if there's a bug bite, but even after scratching it, you didn't felt anything. That's the feeling of holding up to write for the shorter boy.

Also, he had this weird feeling engulfing him. Telling him that he's really proud of the dancer and that this performance are dedicated to him.

And so after the performance is over and Kwon Soonyoung was given the title of best dancer, the blond boy ran to his muse and hug him as tight as he could.

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|1월 16일 : 노랑 히아신스 (yellow Hyacinth) - 승부 (contest / match / game)
| Also, Seungkwan's birth flower!
| Me trying to actually make the story coherent enough and makes sure it will end nicely in the future while having mood swings:  
   help  ㅠㅡㅠ