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-------------------minho had always been the picture of tough. the sharp tilt of his brows, the razor-sharp glare he often gave when someone tested his patience, and the dry wit he wielded like a sword made him unapproachable to most people.
he wasn’t cruel - far from it - but minho’s rough edges often intimidated others. to his members, his bluntness was reliable, a firm line they could count on when things got messy.
“we need someone to lead this.”
“minho can do it.”
“who’s got the guts to talk back to the manager?”
“minho.”
it was almost automatic now. the others - chan, changbin, and hyunjin in particular - knew that minho would step forward when no one else could.
he was a shield and sword, always dependable. on the outside, he was composed steel, unbending, and unwavering. and minho carried it well.
but there was one person who could melt the cold edges of lee minho like sugar in warm tea - han jisung.
jisung was the opposite of minho in almost every way. while minho was the quiet observer, jisung was a vibrant sunbeam of warmth.
jisung laughed too loud, smiled too brightly, and practically bounced off the walls in excitement whenever he was around the members. he was open and soft and wore his affection on his sleeve. and minho loved him for it.
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it was an unusually busy day for the group. schedules were packed, tempers were thin, and everyone was starting to feel the weight of their long rehearsals.
“minho, can you try to not glare at the camera so much?” hyunjin teased during a short water break, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.
“I wasn’t glaring,” minho replied flatly, though his sharp expression suggested otherwise.
“you look like you want to fight the photographer,” felix chimed in, grinning as he wiped sweat from his forehead.
“I’ll fight you both if you keep talking,” minho shot back, though his tone lacked heat. his face might’ve been sharp, but the slight curl of his lips betrayed his affection for them.
jisung, who had been leaning against a speaker, tilted his head to observe minho. with the others, minho’s bark was just that - noise - but jisung knew better. underneath all that bravado was someone who was exhausted and just trying to keep everything in check.
minho didn’t show weakness, not unless it was just the two of them.
“alright, break’s over!” chan’s voice called, herding them back into position for another run-through of choreography.
minho moved like the dance leader he was. precise steps, controlled movement - he was impossible to ignore.
jisung watched minho from the corner of his eye, proud and just a little enamoured.
after what felt like hours of sweating and perfecting their formation, the group was finally dismissed.
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back in their dorm later that evening, everyone was sprawled out on the living room floor. felix and jeongin had claimed the couch, legs thrown lazily over each other. hyunjin was half-asleep, draped dramatically across changbin, who was too tired to shake him off. chan was sitting against the wall with his laptop open, the glow from the screen casting tired shadows on his face.
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