Lee Know

"Finally, I can leave this useless responsibility of being the royal heir." You spoke under your breath getting ready to board the carriage. You were leaving the country alone which evaluated your thoughts about some freedom for once which you never had back at the palace. With endless nagging to your parents about continuing your dancing path, they emerged into endless researching about expensive and best quality schools or studios that would most definitely cater luxuriously. Not some of those wrecked down campuses with long hallways and not enough studios. Afterall, you were raised by a royal family.

A few nights passed before your parents announced where they had decided for you to attend. However, they didn't want fame to consume you everywhere and requested to the maids to dress you up in unrecognisable makeup and modern clothing to draw less attention towards you. Once they finished, you were a completely new looking person. You immediately thanked and complimented the maids after their pure dedication. Your parents made sure to pay them extra.

Where you were settling in was a huge university, where the choice between accommodation was either dorms or your own house. It sounded too good to be true for a citizen to be living a luxury like this. Your parents had already organised your dormitory, schedule and essentials to be finalised before arrival while keeping their title nonchalant over the phone.

You would walk over to the nearby bus station, catching a bus towards the dock of the country's border. A huge yacht could be seen appearing from the distance, too big for just yourself until a couple more students stood behind you with the same weight of luggage. Looks like more foreign attendees were just as interested in your dancing path.

You eventually boarded the yacht when it reached the harbour, shaking hands with the headmaster and making friends who were also new to dancing schools. The headmaster explained the basic rules and options that were available in his school. You were naturally an obedient person so these rules would be a flow for you.

The yacht suddenly came to a slow halt, indicating you had arrived in another country finally. The butterflies were hard to ignore as soon as you exited the boat, a million thoughts and worries soaring through your head. The tension grew as a group of limousines pulled up Infront of the headmaster and he gestured everyone to hop on as this would be the way to the school. With a deep, sharp breath, you entered the limousine with your new friends.

The diverse questions varied about the dancing studio and lessons that were currently being taught. However, the headmaster shrugged and spoke. "That's something I don't lead, our talented yet disobedient Minho is the president of that club. But if you have a weak stomach, I wouldn't recommend crossing him, he isn't gonna deal with bullshit even if you look at him for a second."

You constantly repeated his name in his mind to staple a word that you didn't want to overpower. Well, all you can say is let the competition begin and that was your last thought before you exited the limo and found yourself face to face with the enormous school, following the headmaster's next instructions