stunning ° hyunho ✓

changbin

"have you ever woken up and felt like you'd rather become a monster and crawl under children's beds than get up for practice?"

jisung stopped tying his shoes and stared blankly at minho.

"hyung, have you considered therapy?"

minho rolled his eyes and huffed. practice was going from bad to worse, and here was jisung with his crazy ideas.

"thanks for being so helpful," replied he, his voice laced with sarcasm, and stood up so abruptly the bench almost overturned. offended, jisung snapped at him to be more careful. minho rolled his eyes again. he didn't give a shit about being careful today.

he marched to the farthest corner of the practice room – as far from hyunjin as possible – and started stretching aggressively, but couldn't help throwing occasional glances at where the other members had surrounded hyunjin and were cooing at him in the most disgusting, in minho's opinion, way.

"how are you always so cute and beautiful at the same time?" squealed changbin, pinching hyunjin's soft cheek.

minho raised his head only to see hyunjin smile at changbin in the most precious – no, in the most annoying – way. minho glared at them both. of course, when it was minho trying to take care of him, hyunjin would brush him off as if he were a bothersome fly, but when it was any other member paying him all those disgusting compliments, he would be all gorgeous smiles and adorable nose-scrunches.

tired of watching changbin hug and flirt with hyunjin, minho turned away and stared at his own reflection in the mirror. well, if he was to be completely honest with himself, he was secretly staring at hyunjin's ethereally beautiful reflection, but he'd rather die than admit this. if hyunjin was so convinced, as he had said this morning, that changbin was much cuter and nicer than minho, fine. minho would show hyunjin he gave no fucks about his stunning face and sweet smiles, and cute gestures, and sexy voice... he raised his right leg to stretch it, but saw hyunjin's smiling again at the one and only seo changbin – minho's longterm rival for hyunjin's heart – and lost balance, stomping his own left foot painfully. hwang hyunjin was going to be the end of him, that's for sure.

"hyung?...hyuuung?... earth to minho?"

absorbed in his own misery, minho hadn't even noticed the break was over. he swatted away jisung's hand, which was persistently tapping his shoulder, and silently assumed his usual place in the formation. despite telling himself that this was foolish, he couldn't resist glancing at hyunjin, who, caught staring, quickly looked away. it seemed as if a blush was creeping up his pale cheeks, but minho knew better. hyunjin didn't care enough for him to blush. he looked away simply because he didn't find minho as interesting as his other fanboys, such as changbin, for instance.

"you ready?" yelled the choreographer much too enthusiastically, then gambled towards his laptop and blasted the familiar song.

now, minho tried to fully immerse himself in the dance, he really tried, but just like half an hour ago, it all went south the moment he caught sight of hyunjin.

there was pale, there was super pale, there was unhealthily pale, and then there was hyunjin's face. in addition to his ghostly facial color, he looked beyond exhausted, his movements numb, automatic and rather wobbly. they were practicing a new dance and one might have supposed that the boy was simply struggling to remember the complicated pattern of moves, but minho knew better. he had watched hyunjin dance enough times to know that he was an astonishingly talented dancer, that by the time the others memorized the first minute of a choreography he would be already executing the whole dance perfectly. minho just knew that there must be a different reason why huunjin looked on the verge of collapsing, and the fact that no one else, even the members next to hyunjin, seemed to notice made him boil inside. it was ironic that the only one who realized something was wrong was he — the person hyunjin refused point blank to listen to.