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"Minho-hyung?"
Minho spun around, coming face-to-face with the blonde-haired boy. Said blonde had his so-called 'idol disguise' on; hat, sunglasses, and a mask precisely, yet Minho would recognise that face from miles away. "Oh! Hyunjin-ssi," he bowed; not a full 90 degrees, just a small incline of his head.
The other chuckled. "Hyung, drop the formalities."
"But you're an-"
"-idol, I know. But when I'm with you, I'm just Hyunjin, okay? Not Hyunjin-ssi. Just Hyunjin." He fished around in what Minho assumed was his back pocket for keys.
Minho bit his lip. "Yeah." Oh my God, Hyunjin let me use informal language with him. He was going to faint.
Hyunjin flashed him a smile, holding up a (rather colourful) keychain. He gestured to the entrance of the brick building behind them. "Shall we head in?"
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"Wah," Hyunjin sighed, dropping his bag on the polished timber floor of the studio. He took off his 'disguise', sunglasses clattering to the floor alongside the other two with a thud. "I'm finally free!"
The interior dance studio was decently sized, considering the old, rusty exterior of the building Minho observed earlier. It had a single, large mirror sprawled across the entire length of one wall, leaving the other three plain white. There were torso-height barres attached to every wall, probably for ballet dancers (Minho vaguely remembered learning the names to ballet equipment in his high school dance class, much of which hasn't been awfully useful after that). In the corner stood a small chest of drawers with a couple miscellaneous items discarded on top.
Must be nice to have a private studio along with a company one. Personally, Minho thought the private one looked much better than Stray Kids' company one (don't tell JYP).
At Hyunjin's emotional statement, Minho couldn't hold back his snort. "Are you always this dramatic?"
Maybe talking informally with the younger wasn't so bad. He was already beginning to feel more comfortable around the younger.
"Hyung, you're mean," said younger whined, standing up to stretch out his muscles. "I was suffocating in those."
Minho hummed, finishing setting down his belongings next to Hyunjin's. They warmed up together, each doing their own thing. Minho took notice of how long Hyunjin's legs were, especially when he was stretching them out or doing the splits (when was he able to do the splits? Minho learnt something new that day). They seemed to go on for miles and miles with no end-
"Hyung?"
Shit, he was staring.
"Hm~?"
"Have you finished warming up?" Minho blinked; Hyunjin was standing with his hands resting on his hips, looking down expectantly at him. Now that guy was fast.
