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“Well I don’t want you messing it up. This is the only place where i can actually enjoy the hell of a life. I don’t want you coming in if you’re going to make any changes. Though, you can stay and practice. I don’t care” he offered a smile, neverminding his fangs and not caring about it much.
“There’s literally not a single thing in here for me to change, unless you think I’m moving the dang piano outside.” Dot dropped her books again, hands on her hips. She had to crane her head up to look at him, which was slightly uncomfortable, given that she hadn’t pulled her hair back that morning. “Are you practicing for class or something? With the piano?”
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"no. I don't have any classes involving anything that requires me to be musically inclined. " he says sitting back down at the piano, though not playing it.
"I'm guessing you sing? " he asked raising a dark eyebrow, a clean slit going through his right brow. His lip ring shining a bit from the light coming through the window
“Tragic. I’m in theatre. You heard about the musical we’re putting on, right?” Dot’s eyes lit up excitedly. “We’re doing Legally Blonde, it’s gonna be dope!” She squealed, her defensive facade quickly falling away to her normal bubbly excitement. “You should come see it!”
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He smirked a half smile almost seductively as he shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him.
“No I haven’t heard about it” he lied “tell me about this play. What time? Is it in the school building in the auditorium or what?” He leaned back. He secretly liked socializing. Though small amounts. He can’t handle a lot of people. It annoys him way too much. Hence why he comes so early. Well…that’s one of the excuses he has.
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He smirked a half smile, almost seductively as he shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his soft lips. “No…I haven to heard” he lied. “Is it in the schools auditorium or what? And what time?” He leaned back, crossing his arms as he did. He secretly liked socializing. Though small amounts. One or two people. He can’t handle a lot. Hence why he comes to school so early.
Well…that was one of the reasons….
Dot completely brushed off any seductive undertones in Min’s smile, now too excited about promoting the musical to focus on anything else. “Yeah, it’s in the auditorium! We’ve got two shows, Friday and Saturday. February 14th and 15th. Here, at the auditorium. Two shows on Friday, we’re doing half the show at school to raise interest in the morning, but the whole show is at 6:30. It’s a Saturday matinee on the 15th, 2:00 PM. You should come, it’s such a fun musical!” Dot exclaimed, bouncing from foot to foot.
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His grey white eyes widened at all of the information the girl had thrown at his face and down his throat. Though quickly swallowing it. He remembered it all.
“Okay Ms. Hyper. Give me a good reason to go and I will.” He says turning back to the piano with a sigh, rolling his eyes.
“Mm, let’s see… there’s a ton of girls in short shorts and crop tops, if that means anything to you.” Dot shrugged, adjusting her uniform skirt. “Including yours truly, and I must say, I look hot. But also, like, the music’s dope or whatever.” Dot laughed, really only partially thinking through what she was saying.
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He stood and looked her up and down, quite impressed actually. She was cute. Cuter than the average girl at this school. “That doesn’t mean anything to me. Sorry. You don’t have a valid reason. I could care less about the music. I’ve never even seen legal blondes or whatever it’s called. So I’ll pass.” He says leaning on the counter, still looking down on her. Her shortness was hella cute, but her personality sure was something. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed and leave or attracted. Either way, he wasn’t interested
“Ugh, fuck! Okay, here’s this- Mrs Edwards is giving out extra credit if you show her proof you went. Also the theatre club needs money bad.” Dot huffed, rolling her eyes.
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“I have perfect grades… you do know that right?” He raised his eyebrows with a breathy chuckle.
“Here, 20 bucks.” He says handing him a 20 out of his wallet from his back pocket.
“There, now you have no reason to want me to come.” He offered a smile, though a tinge of annoyance on his lips.
“Mmm, I didn’t know that, ‘cause I don’t know you.” Dot looked down at the bill in her hands. “This.. does not deter me at all. This is just going towards snacks for rehearsal.” She looked back up a him, stuffing the $20 into her own back pocket. “Thanks, though!” She purred, a glimmer in her eye.
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His voice low and full of tiredness, he rolled his eyes for about the third time in this conversation.
“Yeah just be grateful” he ran his fingers through his messy black hair, looking almost blue in the sunlight as it shone on him. He wasnt like those things from Twighlight where their skin shimmered like diamonds. Though it did seem pretty cool. But since he had clothes over his skin so it didnt effect him.
“I literally said thank you.” Dot huffed, pulling her sheet music out once more. She held her wrist up to her teeth, taking off a hair tie. After setting her packet of songs between her knees she sighed, pulling her hair back into a messy bun. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I came in here to practice, and that’s what I intend on doing.”
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“You basically complained about it beforehand” he says sitting back down, “but alright. Go on ahead.” Getting out his phone, he sat up on the window sill and didnt say another word
Dot pulled out her phone, starting her backing track. She tapped her foot to the beat, trying to remember where to come in. When her part finally came in she didn’t skip a beat, immediately laughing into song. Dot was good- there was no denying that. It felt like she had become her character, even if it was just this one song.
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After a while of ignoring her, he couldn’t help but turn to her and listen. “Well damn” he raised his eyebrows, showing the fact that he was impressed.
Tapping to the beat with his foot, he hummed along quietly. But man was he itching to play the piano.
Dot finished her song, mentally going over everywhere she had messed up. She jotted. a couple notes onto her sheet music, ready to start the song again. Dot easily practiced for upwards of an hour, especially if she had any other theater kids there to give her comments or practice along with her.
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Once she ended, he clapped slowly a bit. “You’re pretty good.. damn” he shook his head.
Though he had nothing else to say. He wasnt one to show enthusiasm about almost anything. Though there was the occasional minor exception. Like the sale on chocolates the day after Valentine’s Day. Oh man, those were the best. Something he looked forward to every year
“Mm, thanks. I didn’t get this part for nothing, you know. Oh-! So, my character is Brooke Wyndham.. fitness tape star, accused murderer, and one of the most iconic songs in the show. So, that piece was Whipped Into Shape, it’s my favorite- other than Blood in the Water and Harvard Variations, but.. oh- also, There! Right There- that one’s great!” Dot was rambling now, gesturing and speaking with her hands. She adjusted her hair, pulling it from a bun into a ponytail.
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He leaned back, listening to her ramble on and on and on about stuff that he didnt understand one bit with a small smile. The sun was getting higher, shining more into the window than before.
She sure does talk a lot, but he didnt mind much. He didnt have anything to do or anywhere to go.
“I’m guessing you really enjoy it then?” He asks, moving a little out of the sunlight and into the shadows, making him look rather scary and edgy. He definitely looked like the stereotypical bad boy type.
Just his looks in general, but it added to it now that he was in the small shadow of the room
“God, yes, it’s such a good show…” Dot trailed off, picking at her lower lip with her thumb nail. God, this light made him so attractive.
“Oh, jesus- dude, I never got your name, did I? I’m Dot Moore.” She smiled, swiping her baby hairs out of her face.
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“Dot? Thats too cute to be an actual name. What’s your real name huh?” He asks her as he raised his dark brow. It was obvious he took care of himself and his looks. Even his hair was as soft as silk, even if it was messy. His eyebrows nicely shaped and defined, going along with his thick long eyelashes.
“Mmm, I’m not telling you until you tell me yours.” Dot teetered back and forth on the sides of her feet. She may have checked Min out a bit- it wasn’t noticeable, she was just.. interested in how he looked. Clearly this guy knew how to handle himself and his looks. “So, what is it? What’s your name?”
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“Min-Hyuk Youn. Its korean if you couldn’t tell” he says stepping forward a single step.
It was obvious that he was Asian just by looking at him. Korean specifically. Anyone who looked at any pretty korean boy could tell his ethinicity. Though he was often mistaken for Chinese. Though only the kids did that, just because they didnt know any of the others. The parents would always say “sure sweetie, hes Chinese” and walk away with an apologetic glance.
Dot pushed a stray curl out of her face. “I’m just gonna call you Min. My full name- which is a lot less cute- is Eudora. Call me either Dora or Dot, but call me Eudora and I’ll fucking kick you so hard in the balls it’ll feel like somebody’s playing soccer in your throat.” Dot smoothed out her skirt, her voice surprisingly relaxed with compared to her words. “Nice to meet you.”
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"I like you. You're funny." he chuckled with a half smile. "I usually don't like people calling me Min but they do it nonetheless. I've given up" he shrugged. Holding out his hand, he spoke. "nice to meet you Dot" he says, ignoring the fact that his hand was ice cold. As no actual warm blood ran through it. He was undead after all.
“Mmm, I am!” Dot agreed, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. She let go to shake his hand, recoiling slightly at the temperature. “Jesus, your hands are freezing. Do you need gloves? ‘Cause I got a pair in my bag if you do.” Dog’s hands were substantially smaller compared to Min’s, but at least the intent was there.
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He let out a small chuckle at her offer. Though not commenting on his cold hands.
“Thank you for the offer but… i mean your hands are small compared to mine.” He held up his hand for comparison. His hands weren’t super big manly man hands or anything, but they weren’t small either. Pale and reddish at the tips due to how cold he was all the time.
His nails were nice, not long, not short. They used to be jagged and short when he had the nervous habit of biting his nails. He quickly broke it when he kept on biting and piecing his skin with his fangs every time he did.
Soon he heard the door slam open and the students flooded in. You could hear the chatter from all the way upstairs. He put his hand back down in his pockets and turned to the window, the sun still shining in. He stepped up to it and looked down. There was a forest behind the school that they next took down due to the cost of it all. But they promised they would soon. Though they’ve been promising that for a year or two now.
He couldn’t wait to go back there after school. He loved it back there. It provided just the right shade to just hand out in the trees and maybe grab a snack. Hes had a small craving for human for a while, but he was resisting…. for now.
