No way| ThomasKong

"I'm only giving you a ride because I felt bad for you yesterday," Namping turns to look at dreamy Kong. "Actually, I'm regretting this," Namping turns away and focused on the highway ahead of him. Kong was in his dreamland. Him and the mysterious prince. "It's toxic that you are daydreaming about him when you don't even know his name, age and status," Namping broke the cotton candy like dream with just a sentence. Kong turns to look at the older and scoff. "Let me be, no one even knows who I'm dreaming off and I can just make up whoever in my head!" Kong defends himself, looking out of the window, admiring the clear blue sky.

"Are you participating in the performance?" Namping asked Kong. They entered their University and the car was parked just perfectly between both of their facility. "What performance?" Kong asked, confused and clearly not up to date with the recent events regarding his own school. "Well, it's like a talent award show where clubs of arts participate. You're in the dance club, shouldn't you be participating?" Namping asked, rather confused why his friend wasn't well aware. "Oh, I did sign up but I feel like taking it back. You just reminded me that I needed to talk to my seniors regarding this!" Kong gasped.

Namping followed Kong towards the club section of the school. "Woah..." He awed the dance practice room, looking around the big mirrors and the cool flooring. "Isn't your vocal room similar?" "No, we don't have some large ass mirror and such big space," Namping replies Kong who was still in search of his senior. "Who are you looking for?" Namping asked curiously, feeling helpless. "Por, he is our club leader." Kong replies. "Oh! Por!" Namping exclaims, "I just saw him with his friends entering the other dance room." Kong nods, rushing with Namping to the said room. He peeps through the glass window of the door to see a familiar figure dancing while the rest sat down and seemed busy with their phone. "There, Por," Namping pointed to one of the males sitting on the soft grey couch. "Who's dancing though? He seems so confident with his style and it looks so clean and cool," Namping asked. "It's Keng, our dance instructor. He's slightly older than us but recently graduated from University," Kong explains. Kong and Keng were close. Keng had some sort of admiration and respect towards the cute younger male. Kong, too, respected the older. He was always confident with his moves and loved teaching others. It was unfortunate Keng has been busy after graduating that Kong barely met him.

Kong took a deep breath before knocking the door, earning the attention of the people inside. He eyes when Keng started walking towards the door with a simple yet excited smile, seeing one of his favourite juniors. "Kong!" Keng pats the soft brown locks of the younger. Kong smiles brightly, his white teeth for everyone to see. "Keng!" "What are you doing here?" The older asked out of curiousity. "Oh...I'm here to see Por," Kong replies, sneaking his head in to find the said male. The male got up, walking towards Kong with a smile. "Is there any issues?" Por asked. "Can I withdraw from the performance for upcoming events?" Kong asked, hesitant and fear that he could not. "But why would you?" Por frowns, brows furrow with confusion. "Let's head in to chat, shall we? We're blocking the path," Keng asked the three males who nod, walking into the cold dance room.

Kong felt Namping's warm hands on his, pinching them ever lightly. "What?" Kong whispered. "Your eye candy," Namping replies back, looking through the mirror. Kong's eyes met his (eye candy) and immediately he looked away, heart palpitating fast. Namping teased the younger, noticing his cheeks turning a slight tint of pink. "Have a seat," Keng smiles, guiding Kong next to him. Namping followed his friend suit. Kong had his back facing the dreamy man but the feeling of shyness dissipated as he held a serious chat with his leader and instructor. "To be honest, we have already send in the names, and you are one of them," Por sighs, "The task of re-submitting and informing them to remove you is pretty rough," Kong's head went low. "But, is there a reason why you wish not to be part of this? It's something every dancer in our club wishes to experience at least once in their life here." Keng brought the attention back to himself, asking a question that made Kong think through his decision. "Well...I don't think my skills reflects my ability to perform at such amazing stand..." Kong could hear the frustration from his friend who could only pinch him and glare at him. "Kong, I'll be honest with you, we seniors are planning to make you in charge of the club after we graduate. Your skills are amazing, rare to find such pure talent out here and your character speaks itself. You're too humble, too kind," Por chuckles, looking at the younger (in this situation Por is older). Kong's cheeks were turning red, clearly flustered by the truthful words by his senior. He shook his head, getting up in a hurry. His hand clasped together, bowing to his seniors and rushed a 'thank you' before rushing out of the room. His red ears were seen by everyone in there. Namping stared at his friend before chuckling. "I'll get going then," He calmly said, announcing he was leaving. Por nods, patting the other. "Help talk Kong into agreeing. He is a crucial part of our performance," Namping nods, bowing and leaving the room.