HATE ➶ HYUNSUNG

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"Shit!" Jisung stumbled over his own feet for the third time that practice. Hyunjin looked over, startled.

"Han, if you can't do the move, then just—"

"Shut up! I can, I know I can!"

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"Don't yell at me!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Minho moved between the two of them. "What the hell is this about?"

"He started it!" they immediately shouted at once, each pointing to the other. Minho sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Get it together. We're a team. Jisung, I can go over the move with you if—"

"I don't need to," Jisung insisted. Hyunjin rolled his eyes but went to restart the music.

"Stubborn asshole," he muttered under his breath. Jisung whipped around like he'd been shot.

"What did you just say?" he demanded. Hyunjin clenched his jaw.

"You're being a stubborn little shit."

"You—"

"That's enough!" Minho snapped. "Hyunjin, start the song."

***

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Hyunjin sighed, collapsing onto the couch. Today's practice had been particularly gruelling; he felt like he could sleep for a week.

"Hey, get your sweaty butt off the couch," a voice said above him. He looked up to see Jisung standing there, his arms crossed over his chest like a disappointed parent.

Hyunjin scoffed. "You're not the boss of me."

Jisung frowned. "This couch is for everyone. We don't need your gross sweat stains on it."

"You're gross," Hyunjin fired back. Then Jisung was grabbing at his arm, forcing him to sit up. "Hey!"

"Go take a shower." Jisung wrinkled his nose. "You need it."

Hyunjin glared. "I don't have to take orders from you."

Before he knew it, he was lying on the ground, a bit dazed.

"And I don't want your goddamn swampass on my couch," Jisung said. Hyunjin blinked, then narrowed his eyes.

"You little—!"

"What's going on out here?" Changbin entered the room to see Hyunjin with his hands on Jisung's collar. "Hyunjin! What the—?"

"Asshole!" Jisung exclaimed, shoving the taller boy off of him.

"Jisung!"

"Oh, I'll show you!" Hyunjin growled.

"The both of you, knock it off!" Changbin yelled. "Hyunjin, go shower. You're the last one."

Hyunjin humphed, making sure his shoulder knocked into Jisung's as he walked away.

***

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Jisung opened the fridge. They were pathetically low on food; Minho had said they'd go grocery shopping soon.

Jisung pulled out a container of pork and rice that was dated not too long ago and popped it into the microwave. He hummed, grabbing a fork from the drawer and retrieving his food when the timer beeped.

Sitting down and scrolling through his phone, Jisung's rare alone time was abruptly ended when Hyunjin tumbled into the room.

"What are you eating?" the elder demanded. Jisung frowned.