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to say that it was awkward was an understatement.

Minho finally spoke.

"so, jisung..."

"han."

Minho looked at him confused.
"what?"

"jisung makes me feel weird and nervous, call me han." Han said without emotion.

"oh, okay?"

well, the awkward silence was there again.

"just so you know, I'm forced to be here. I thought my plan would work, but jyp did NOT approve."
Han said

Minho just hummed.

"well, jyp is forcing me to work with you, so how about this. you can dance and sing and do whatever idols do in their training, and I will be here, quietly doing my job?"

"sounds good."

Minho started to stretch and jisung sat in the corner, his notebook on his legs, his headphones in his ears.

He had to listen to Minhos songs, so he would know which style suits him the best.

To be honest, his songs weren't bad.

Han always thought that Minho had a beautiful voice. Whenever Han was anxious, Minho sang his favorite song to him.

He quickly stopped thinking about these memories tho.

Minho was sometimes secretly looking at him trough the mirror as he was dancing.

He noticed jisung sitting there, his knees bouncing.
He knew that jisung couldn't sit still for a long time, he always had to do something, so he wasn't surprised to see that. He also heard him humming a melody, which he soon recognized it was his song.

Was Han listening to his music?

A hour passed, and Han fell asleep while listening to Minhos songs.

While Minhos songs were peaceful, his dream was not.

han had a traumatic past, which he never talked about.

the only person who knew about it was Minho, which was another reason why their break up hit him hard.
he trusted Minho with something he never dared to tell someone else, and minho acted like four years of amazing relationship just never existed.

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han was again in that room, in that damn room again.

he heard footsteps.

breath in, breath out.

his door opened with force.

breath in, breath out.

his dad barged in.

breath in, breath out.

his dad punched him so hard that he fell to the floor, holding his cheek.

breath in, breath out.

his dad took his belt and started beating up jisung really hard.

breath in, breath out.

"s-stop....i-it hurts." han held his hip.

his dad didn't stop.

"you've gained 1,2kg since last week when we weighed you, so that means you get a 12 minutes long beating, you know the rules."