The JYP practice room was lively as usual, filled with chatter, music, and the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. But in one corner of the room, chaos brewed, as it always did when Lee Minho and Kim Seungmin shared the same space.
"Yah, Seungmin! Who put your clown-sized shoes on my shelf?" Minho's voice rang out, his tone laced with that distinct sass everyone had come to know—and fear.
Seungmin didn't even look up from his phone. "Clown-sized? You mean those shoes that are actually your size? My bad, I didn't know your feet were competing with Bigfoot." He smirked, clearly enjoying the way Minho's jaw clenched.
"Excuse me?" Minho shot back, his tone dripping with mock disbelief. "At least I'm not walking around here like a string bean with attitude issues. You look like a failed K-drama second lead with that haircut."
Chan groaned from across the room, rubbing his temples. "Guys... we're literally five minutes into rehearsal. Can we not?"
"Hyung, it's Minho's fault," Seungmin said, pointing accusingly at Minho. "He's mad because I told him his choreography looked like interpretive dance from a soap commercial."
Minho gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "I'm sorry, do you even know what dancing looks like, Mr. Always-On-The-Back-Row? At least people can see me on stage."
Chan visibly winced, his stress levels skyrocketing. "Can we just... focus? Please?"
But Seungmin and Minho were locked in their usual duel, ignoring their leader completely.
"You're just jealous because I have more fans," Minho said smugly, crossing his arms.
"More fans? Sure, hyung," Seungmin said, rolling his eyes. "You mean those three fans on Twitter who call you their 'furry prince' because of your cats?"
Minho's eyes narrowed. "At least my fans don't think I'm cold-hearted because I look like I judge everyone silently in my free time!"
Seungmin didn't miss a beat. "And yet, here you are, judging me. Hypocrisy looks good on you, Minho-hyung."
"ENOUGH!" Chan finally yelled, slamming his water bottle down on the floor. Both Seungmin and Minho froze, blinking at their leader like startled deer.
"Do you two even realize how much stress you cause me every single day? You bicker more than a married couple!" Chan ranted, pacing back and forth. "I'm this close—this close—to locking you both in a closet until you learn how to get along!"
Minho and Seungmin exchanged glances. Then, at the exact same time, they turned to Chan and said, "You sound like a stressed-out dad."
Chan's eye twitched. "I hate both of you."
Of course, by the end of the day, Minho and Seungmin were back to their usual selves. During a break, Minho casually threw a piece of chicken at Seungmin, who retaliated by stealing Minho's phone and setting his wallpaper to a ridiculous meme.
Despite the constant banter, it was clear to everyone that Minho and Seungmin shared a bond deeper than their fights let on. They never stayed mad for long, and their teasing always carried an undertone of affection—though they'd both deny it if anyone pointed it out.
Chan, however, wasn't convinced. "I swear, if you two keep this up tomorrow, I'm quitting," he muttered, earning identical smirks from both Seungmin and Minho.
"Sure, Dad," they said in unison, earning themselves a glare that promised revenge.
