Patience, hyung || Minsung

~14~

The dance practice room was eerily empty at the evening hour of 6pm the next day. All the blinding bright lights were on in the dance studio, besides one that was flickering on and off in the corner signaling the need of a new lightbulb.

Minho was on his laptop, searching for techniques to use to help the groups that were in the process of forming. He makes the dance choreography for the trainees as well as teaches them the said choreography which this includes groups that are being formed, and some individuals who are still early in their trainee process. This includes none other than Jeongin and Seungmin.

Minho was very indulged in the process he currently found himself in. Some of the trainees were having a difficult time getting along during dance practice, which evidently reminded him of himself. He could see when the frustration started building up in their eyes because someone else could not get a move right causing the whole flow of the choreography to be thrown off balance.

Seungmin ended up showing up to practice today, but that does not mean he wanted to be there. It was extremely transparent on the boys face and from his actions that if he had a choice, he would be anywhere besides in the "idol hell hole". Minho needed to find a way to resolve this issue, particularly with Seungmin being more confrontational and irritable since he returned back to practice. If Minho didn't hear how an argument escalated between Seungmin and a trainee named Mingi, there definitely would have been a broken nose or two. (a/n stan ateez. i love mingi he's my bias in ateez ok i just needed a name)

Minho had no clear idea of why Seungmin started acting this way, especially because he didn't cause any trouble before the few days he was not present. He resulted in researching group activities, hoping and wishing there was an easier way to have the boys get along rather than doing some stupid group bonding exercises that will DEFINITELY end in a broken something and Minho losing his last bit of sanity he had left.

Sighing, Minho came to a halt in his research and his brain slowly tried to form an idea with his few brains cells that were abandoned after practice.

What could have possibly happened that made him start acting this way?

Is there any way I can help him?

Who does he trust that could talk to him?

The thoughts slowly started to fizzle out as he had figured out one more task he needed to do before he could take any action.

Minho then reached into his pocket of his Nike sweatpants to grab his phone. Realizing its upside down, he turns it up right so he can send a text.

Minwho: hey

Hyunjinnie: can you stfu

Minwho: damn what crawled up your
ass and died

Hyunjinnie: you tell me
Hyunjinnie: you ate it last night

Minwho: the fuck-
Minwho: ok ...
Minwho: are you still at work ?

Hyunjinnie: where else would i be

Minwho: at home like a normal person?

Hyunjinnie: are you at home

Minwho: no

Hyunjinnie: hm

Minwho: you good ? you're acting a bit bitchier than usual