"I am sick and tired of both of you! You two need to cut out that fucking aggressive shit right now, or else I'm removing you both from the play!" She waved her hands around as she spoke, fury in her eyes. She also did the same thing with Er pants as her daughter, Jisung just couldn't understand why.
Jisung was probably the only person besides her daughter in the entire studio to know her as good as he did. And that meant that he knew that right now, she was being completely serious."You're gonna cut us from the play? You're gonna cut the two best dancers?" Minho looked like he was holding in a laugh.
"Is this funny to you?" She snapped, making Minho burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry. We'll try to get along." Jisung tried ignoring the laughing older besides him.
"You're not gonna just try, you are going to get along. Minho, you'll be joining Jisung's extra ballet lessons, and you're gonna make a whole other choreo together. The theme is star crossed lovers in Rome, yes I know it's a "Feminine" theme that's why I picked it" She paused. Minho stopped laughing.
"I'm checking back in with you in a week. And you're using your own free time to do this. If I don't think you're really getting along after you present it to me, you're both out." She spat, before sharply turning and walking away.Jisung just stood there, staring at the spot where she'd left.
"This is all your fucking fault Han!" Minho hissed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"How is it my fault?"
"You begun the fight."
"Literally just no I didn't."
"Whatever. Just fucking text me when you have those extra lessons." Minho scoffed, looking down at the ground.
"I don't have your number."
"Fine, give me your phone." Minho rolled his eyes.Jisung didn't understand why the older was mad at him. It wasn't his fault. He also couldn't understand why he hated him so fucking much. He had heard from Najin that before their first lesson together, Minho had basically been a different person. Still a little rude, but actually funny and enjoyable. But after that ugly comment towards Jisung that first day, he had just turned into this bully of some sort.
Najin wasn't hanging out with him anymore, and neither was any of the others in the hip hop classes. Besides Minho, the ballet and hip hop classes were actually getting along great. They all shared a passion for dance, and now that they were seeing the other teams dedication up close, they seemed more similar than they'd originally thought.
Jisung knew the other younger and 'worse' teams still hated each other. But the elites in both genres had pretty much blended into one big group.
Except for Minho.
Always Minho.
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Red alert {Minsung}
Fanfiction"I think it's funny." "Of course you think it's funny. You think everything serious is funny Minho, I can't believe how immature you are!" "So wanna angry fuck or?" "Yeah come on."