Precious|| minsung [HAITUS]

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I pretended that you were mine, it made me calm babe
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"I'll tell you every night how perfect you are i promise"
You broke ur promise Ji.

Minho was crushing up his medicine whenever chan walked into the kitchen at 4am.

"Minho, stop staying up so late" His groggy voice spoke from behind the corner.

"Yolo" minho could only respond with after turning his head to look at the muscular boy.

Chan let out a groan"Quit saying that"

"Nope"

"What are u doing up anyway?" He slowly approached minho from behind and glanced over the counter at his actions.
Minho scurried to hide it.
"Uh"

".. Minho.." Chan said after a few moments of silence. "U gotta quit this"

Minho sighed, cleaning it up."I know"
Chan decided to change the subject since he knew minho would just break down if he kept talking about it. "You know i heard soobins still crushing on you"

"Oh my fucking god. Still?" minhos eyes widened in disbelief.

"Well you never really blocked him"

"Cause im a people pleaser"

"Nah. Ur just sweet"

"Chan."

"Sorry"

Minho dragged out a long sigh and leaned over the counter, "I cant move on hyung", he whispered.

In instinct Chan started to rub his back in a comforting manner.
"I know he meant a lot to you but its been how many years? 12? You gotta-" he got interrupted by the redheaded boy on the verge of tears;

"i cant" He said weakendly while covering his eyes.

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Jisung arrived at the studio a bit early, scrolling througg old texts of minho who wasnt responding, posting, let alone online.

He grew worried until a familiar curly haired boy walked in with anger.
"We have to talk about this minho issue jisung"

"Whats there to talk about? Im back"
Jisung spinned in the spinny chair he was leaned bsck against.

"He dosent know that you are you, do u see where im going?" Chan was frustrated, scared, he's seen minho at his absolute worst and it wasnt pretty.

"Yeah..?"

"Dont get me wrong, minho is all kinds of messed up- sorry but you know it too"

"Not really, he didnt talk"

The curly haired boy sat down on the couch, rubbing his temples. "Sung. Something about minho is if u tell him to shut up he will"

".. Why?"

Chan stayed silent for a bit.
"Imagine somebody told u to stop singing so loudly, you feel embarassed yeah? His embarassment turned into him believing many things. Didnt help when u said he sounded ugly too"

".. I forgot abt that"

"Yeah"

Him and jisung discussed a more sturdy plan and ended it there whenever changbin walked into rhe room. They started working on a new song, while jisung was laying on the couch waiting for his turn to help out he decided to text the red head that was on his mind.

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J.oneandonly
Heyy
Hryy?
Sleep well?
I miss you<3

Minhoswag🐱
Hi
Hry
Didnt sleep much
Miss you too ig?
Im omw to dance class
I'll text u in a few minutes

J.oneandonly
Awww u miss meeee
Okayy have fun

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Minho came back from his dance class, injured an overwhelemed. He drank some water and rested for a while. In the meantime he texted jisung and his friends.

A few hours later he checked social media at the post his dance group posted.
Minho was an amazing and impressive dancer with over 13 years of experience to his name.

The video that he saw could ruin his reputation and get him kicked out of his group.

He was one step off and too early, his energy a bit sloppy but obvious he was pushing through. He didnt look very flattering either.

He was stressed.

He watched the video on repeat and forcing himself to practice more and more until he was sick.

He woke up the next morning with a sprained ankle, sore neck, body overworked, Stressed, Puffy face.

Jisung was mad he didnt get a text back from him, on the other hand Minho woke up to a text saying he now has to pay extra to be in the group. He could still show up for the classes but the group was his only thing he could accomplish that was social and something he loved.

He was frustrated and overwhelmed.

Jisung waited for a text