Minsung Oneshots

First Kiss

It was a typical, normal day in the JYPE building.

Among all rooms, there was one particular studio room that blasted the same track on loop, volume on max that could've destroyed people's ear drums.

But somehow, the screams and grunts from the group of 8 dancers seemed to be just as loud as the music itself.

Minho began to grow frustrated when he noticed the lack of synchronization from the team.

Some of them weren't keeping up anymore and some were missing the beats of the rhythm terribly.

It was a mess.

In another week or so, they had to compete with their newest choreographed performance in order to secure that winning streak. However, much to Minho's disappointment, they did not show any much of a progress.

All of them were caught lacking in most parts of the choreography, and it was even painful to look at.

As the song came to an end, everyone could no longer bear with the exhaustion anymore. Their lungs fought for air while they fell to the ground.

Felix let out a painful groan, he was gripping onto his chest as he tried to fight off the pain creeping up.

While Seungmin and Jeongin had their eyes shut, they had no more ounce of energy in them to even move.

Even though the group seemed totally beaten up after the dance, Minho was not planning to let any of them catch a break.

As the dance leader, it was his duty to ensure everyone pushes themselves to their limits.

When he noticed how much they were lacking, the male couldn't help but feel irritated.

Hyunjin crawled to reach for his bottle on the ground as he panted heavily. "This is even harder than our previous choreographies." He grunted under his breath.

Slowly, the rest began to get their bottles as they catch their breaths. But before they could even drink any of the water, Minho stopped them.

"Don't even think about catching a break. We've got to practice more, let's go for 5 more times straight without stopping." He was serious, there wasn't any sign of joking around in his tone.

Changbin wiped a trail of sweat from his forehead before panting out. "We've been dancing for the past 2 hours non stop, get a grip of yourself Minho."

There were a few nods after hearing what Changbin said. But no one dared to speak up as they were busy fanning themselves due to the heat.

Minho was even annoyed after hearing the objection. How could they think of slacking off when the whole dance was not even close to meeting up his expectations?

The tense atmosphere was starting to get to the members. None of them wished to get under Minho's nerves, they didn't want to fall into any more trouble.

As if Chan could sense the annoyance from Minho's face, he stood up and ran to reset the music.

"Guys, let's practice some more. Let's do our best!" The oldest member interrupted.

It didn't take long for all of them to get into their assigned positions, despite secretly still yearning for a rest.

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It was their fourth time repeating the dance without stopping at all.

The dance steps were very much advanced and required a lot of stamina to keep up. But as each second passed by, everyone had the urge to just collapse onto the ground and pass out.