True love? || Minsung / Chanmin

Chapter 8: Dance Class

Seungmin's pov:

 I was quite worried about Chan. Sure, the fucker ignored me and ran away when I was just making sure he was alright, but I was still worried. I wanted to visit him, but I didn't think he would appreciate that and I also had a dance class, so I didn't. 

I was right outside the dance class. The class had windows along the wall, and I could see the entire room through those windows. I spotted Felix and Minho. They were the only ones in the studio, and luckily, neither of them saw me. Felix was standing in front of Minho, who was kneeling on the ground. Since Felix's back was to me, I couldn't see his face, but I saw Minho's. He looked terrified. Felix kicked him, once, and then twice. Then he leaned down and landed a punch to Minho's face. At that point, I had enough. I opened the class door and walked in. Felix turned to me, and I suppressed the urge to gag at the sight of his face. His smirk was prominent, and I momentarily felt bad for all his relatives for being related to him. I imagine his parents must be quite ashamed. 

"Hey, loser. You're here too? This is getting fun." Felix sneered. I scoffed at him.

"Yeah, I'm here to see you make a fool out of yourself, which you do every time you open your mouth." I retorted.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" He snapped.

"I don't want anything from you, but if you're offering, the rooftop is only a few floors away. In case your baby brain can't comprehend what I'm saying, I'll spell it out for you. Go to the rooftop and jump off. It just might bring world peace." He looked shocked. 

"We would only have world peace when you're gone." He spat. 

"Wow, I'm impressed by how you manage to come up with the most moronic and unoriginal comebacks I've ever heard in my entire life. I'd give you a medal if I had one for being such an idiot. But since you're so stupid, you probably wouldn't even know what to do with it. So I'll just tell you that you're nothing but a pathetic waste of space who should consider becoming a hermit and living in a cave for the rest of your existence." I challenged.

"Shut up, nerd."

"Wow, look at you resorting to childish insults. How adorable. What are you, five years old? No wait, that's insulting to five year olds. They're probably smarter than you. Now, how about you run off and use your nonexistent brain cells to think of a comeback that's actually offensive?" 

"Hmph. Fine." I watched in surprise as he left the class.

"What the fuck was that? He really left that easily?" Minho  exclaimed. "You're my savior, Seungmin."

"Why do you let him do that?" I asked.

Minho sighed. "Let's just say I know something I shouldn't, and he likes to do these things to make sure I don't tell anyone what I know. Anyways, wanna warm up together? We still have 10 minutes before class starts." 

"Sure." I said. It didn't slip past me that he changed the conversation, but I let it go. I would look more into what he told me tonight, using my unbeatable stalking skills. We started warming up and stretching. 

Soon the other students started filing in, and eventually the teacher arrived and our lesson started. 

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This chapter was short, but I think a lot was established in it. What does Minho know that Felix doesn't want him to? I'm not sure yet, but I'll get to that. I didn't plan out this chapter at all and I was just winging it and writing whatever comes to mind, but I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. 

Listening to Neffex while writing insults hits different.

Word count: 644 words.