StrayKids Oneshots ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Unspoken Words ˚୨୧˚ (Minsung)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

A/N: Sorry for the delay on posting! im still catching up on many stories i'm finishing, they may take a while but ill eventually post them! thank you sm for 450+ reads<3 means a lot to me! i would also appreciate it if you left votes on my stories just to know what you guys like the most! :D and requests are still wiiidddeee open ^^. Anywho hope you enjoy :3

Warnings: Fist fights, lots of language(f slur) /insults, and self harm. (oops) This is a little ballet AU ><

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me?"

Jisung threw his bag on the hardwood floor when he saw a boy, a boy who he's disliked for years, sitting on HIS studio, and HIS dance floor. "Nice to see you too Jisung~, come here to fuck something up again?" the boy grinned making Jisung glare at him. The boy stood up from his sitting position and walked towards the door where Jisung stood at. "You need to learn how to shut up Minho, unless you want me to shut it for you?" Jisung practically growled, getting closer to Minho. "Jeez calm down baby, I'm gonna be in this studio now so you gotta put up with me for the rest of the year. Better not get too envious and competitive," Minho said as he got even closer up to Jisung's ear, "Cause im sure ill beat you anyways" Minho whispered. Jisung pushed him away and Minho stumbled back smirking at him.

They heard knocks coming from the door, "What are you idiots doing"? another boy asked. "Nothing Hyunjin. You knew he was gonna be in this studio and didnt even think to tell me?" Jisung asked looking back at Minho who was silently laughing as he organized his bag to hang it up on the wall. "Mina and I knew you'd probably scream if we told you earlier soo.." Hyunjin said slowly backing away but Jisung hit his neck just in time before walking away. Mina was their ballet instructor, she's heard about the situation before. Sadly she couldn't do much about the transfer.

"Relax, everyone else is gonna be coming in soon so you'll get distracted enough from him!" Hyunjin said patting his back. "The only thing he'll be distracted by is me, he can't get enough of my looks" Minho said winking from across the room. "Shut up Minho.." Jisung side eyed slightly, but Minho was kinda right, his beauty was quite captivating every time he danced, but was Jisung gonna admit that? no.. never..

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"Alright everyone sit around, welcome to the new year once again thank you for deciding to sign up to be apart of this studio! we'll be doing some basic ballet lessons along with some friendly competition. As most of you know my name is Mina and I'll be your ballet instructor for this year." Mina said as she bowed to her students scattered across the floor. She finished checking off everyone who attended and signed them in.

"Okay everyone I'm glad i can be here to teach you all alongside my coworker, who isnt here at the moment.. im gonna beat his ass later, but at least im here to get to know some of you first." She smiled brightly looking at the enthusiastic boys looking around and laughing together. "I know most of you already, just like you know each other, but i see we have three new transfers here so please come up to introduce yourselves!" Mina said making way for the three boys, Minho, Yeonjun, and Soobin who stood up and bowed. "Hello everyone, I'm Soobin it's nice to meet you all," the boy said followed with a bow. "I've recently gotten into ballet and im willing to learn more from this group." Soobin smiled and looked over towards Yeonjun who began speaking. "I was the one who convinced him into ballet" Yeonjun chuckled. "Hey i'm Yeonjun, nice to meet everyone!" "I've been doing ballet since i was little, and it seemed like this would be a fun studio group to join so thank you for accepting me!" Yeonjun followed and everyone clapped at his confidence. Jisung found the two very dashing, he was hoping to make new friends this year. Unfortunately, his mood was ruined immediately once SOMEONE spoke up.