Red alert {Minsung}

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"Why is he here?" Felix stared at Minho as he walked in besides Jisung. It was an early morning lesson, and usually only Felix, Jisung and three other girls showed up. Minho looked, well, he looked scared as fuck. He was staring at the other people like they were crazy, hiding inside his hood behind his big coffee cup. His normal cocky and rude self had withered down to the shell of the person he once was. Jisung called this the curse of 5AM morning classes.
"Minho is joining my extra lessons." Jisung smiled brightly at Felix. He was used to being awake this early, and knowing Minho was being tortured made him a little too happy.
"Ohh, that's... cool." Felix said awkwardly, looking Minho up and down.
"Can you lower your voices. My head is hurting." Minho groaned, slumping down on the floor.

As soon as Minho had put his face in his arms, and finally felt like it was silent. An extremely loud cracking sound made him jump into oblivion.
"What the fucking fuck was that?!" He looked up at Jisung and Felix, who were just silently giggling.
"The speaker. We're starting." Felix rolled his eyes, before walking out on the dance floor.
"I can't do this. It's just too early." Minho let out something that sounded like a muffled Yelp, before staggering to his feet.
"Snap out of your fucking haze and get on the dance floor." Jisung snarled, before turning around to walk out from the wall himself.
"I'm serious, I can't do this shit." Minho took a big swing of his coffee, before stomping over the dance floor, and out the door to the hall.
"It's not even that fucking early." Jisung mumbled to himself as he walked after him. He did really want to walk after him, but he was fully dependent on the moron himself to stay in the play, so he kinda had to get him back.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jisung grabbed Minho's arm. He had caught him on his way into the elevator.
"I'm going home Jisung. Let me go!"
"It's not that early! Can't you just stay and take it easy? The teacher is gonna report if you're there or not." Jisung didn't let him go.
"It's not that. I just can't do this right now." Minho waved his free hand in between them.
"What are you talking about?!"
"I can't look at you this early! It's just wrong."
"What the fuck dude. Stop acting like a five year old." Jisung tugged on his arm again, trying to get him to walk back with him.
"No not like that. It's just that I. Like no you know." Minho babbled.
"You need to either get your ass back into that dance room, or tell me what the fuck you have against me."
"No I don't."
"Yes you fucking do."