Red alert {Minsung}

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"What are you staring at?!" Minho scoffed, looking at Jisung in pure disgust.
"Sorry, I just spaced out." Jisung mumbled, continuing his stretching. He'd been doing that a lot lately, like more than usual. He figured it was because he wasn't sleeping much, not much at all. He spent the days at school and the studio, and he often just stayed the night practicing.
He didn't really need the practice, but he felt absolutely useless if he didn't do something, and there was nothing else to do.

"He's too much." Felix slumped down besides him.
"What?"
"Minho. He's just really not a nice person, like at all."
"I know. I've been trying to tell you for a month now." Jisung sighed, looking over at the blue haired older. He was still handsome, but now that Jisung knew how he acted, he truly looked uglier. They had been butting heads more than anyone else in the group, and Jisung just couldn't under why Minho had decided to hate HIM of all people.
At first, everyone had thought Minho was just some bad boy who seemed cold, but was actually a softie deep down. And then they realised he just straight up was rude. He was a good dancer, but he cared so little about practicing, that he had slowed down the whole production by not knowing the right choreo at the set times.
Najin wasn't much better either. She was nice, and pretty, but her dancing looked sloppy and unprofessional next to Jisung. So much so that he on several occasions had thought about doing it wrong so she would look better. He didn't.

"What the fuck did I say to you about staring!" Minho's voice made Jisung snap back to reality.
"Not much actually." Jisung rolled his eyes at the older's little temper tantrum, it wasn't the first time.
"Watch how you speak to me Han." Minho spoke in a warning tone. Everyone was paying attention.
"Or what?" Jisung stood up.
"You gonna tell me how much you hate me? I already know that. Curse me out maybe? Because I'm used to that. You can't do shit dude, you're literally just words." Jisung snarled. He had never lost his shit at Minho, but he could feel himself getting close.
"So I would suggest you shut the fuck up and focus on actually remembering the choreography."
"Oh you thing you're a badass now? What about we test that theory outside."

"Or what if you two get your asses out here. NOW!" A female voice made both of them turn to the door.