“Hey, where’s- uh, Han?” An awkward Jeongin asked as he walked up to you, taking a glance at the empty area around you. It wasn’t that hard to tell, as you were alone on the bleachers of the school hall, watching the other students dance in their beautiful dresses and charming suits with a rather sad expression. You wished it was you down there dancing with your prom date, but he never showed. Though it wasn’t a surprise when Jeongin came over to you.

The two of you have been friends since childhood, meeting through your older brother. But he shouldn’t be in the school right now, dance or no dance. He had work. And he was missing it. However you noticed his appearance, and the strong aroma coming from his neck. Did he take off work just to come to this lame school dance?

Sitting down next to you, he leaned his head on your shoulder glancing throughout the room. There was no sight of Han. Anywhere. That wasn’t something people typically did on prom night, ditch. Especially not after making plans with someone, and not specifically saying they couldn’t make it.

“Wanna dance?” His head came up as he looked at you, reaching his hand out for yours.