Drama Club

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"Okay, everyone know what we're aiming for, correct?" Chan asked, gaining a string of nods and hums of confirmation, "okay then let's get started."

The next couple hours was filled with people painting the back wall of the auditorium white so they could do the details later on. Changbin and Minho worked on sketches of when they could do after the wall had been painted white. A few hours later after the wall had been painted white, Jisung worked on painting a set of stairs. Minho thought of a way to converse with Jisung and approached.

"So, you're not even curious as to what I got a ticket for?" Minho asked.

"Since you want me to be," the younger sighed, setting his paint brush down and facing the older, "what did you get the ticket for?"

"Graffiti," the taller replied, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Graffiti?" Jisung asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Minho nodded, "I think I have some pretty good artistic talent."

"You're telling me, you're one of those assholes that tagged that place behind the diner??" Jisung asked, beginning to ball his hands into fists.

"Yeah, that was me and Changbin-"

"You prick! That's a family owned business!" Jisung shouted, earning looks from the others.

"Hey- I didn't know," Minho tried to defend himself.

"God you don't fucking think, do you?" Jisung scoffed, pushing Minho back.

"Hey, what's going on over here?" Chan asked.

"I don't want him fucking near me!" Jisung said.

"Ji, I'm sorry-"

"Stop calling me that! You're not my friend!" Jisung shouted.

"I'm sorry," Minho said, moving his gaze to the floor.

"Ji, hey, don't be so hard on him," Chan said gently.

"He's a fucking dick! He painted the back of a family owned business," Jisung said, "you have no consideration, do you? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Minho stood silent, looking at the floor as his heart broke, hearing words he didn't want to hear again. And yet there they were.

"Jisung that's enough, both of you out in the hallway," Chan demanded.

Jisung walked forward, clearly pissed, and Minho followed silently. Once in the hall Jisung said again, "I don't want to work with someone who clearly doesn't fucking think. He doesn't have a fucking brain, Chan."

"Stop," Chan said sternly.

"I'm sorry, Jisung," Minho stated.

"No you're not," Jisung scoffed, "do you think I'm stupid? God, what's wrong with you, Minho? I wish we never met. There's something seriously wrong with you."

"Jisung!" Chan said.

"What?!" Jisung asked

Minho took a deep, shaky breath before walking away. Chan looked at Jisung who was still clearly mad and the younger noticed how upset Chan was, "go to the clothing room. And stay there until I come back."