"Lee fucking Minho, get your head outta your ass and go dance some fucking ballet!" Jisung stomped. He was fully aware that he probably looked like a five year old throwing a fit, but he didn't care, he wasn't getting thrown out of the first interesting performance in years, especially not because of Lee fucking Minho.
"No!" Minho crosses his arms
"Yes!" Jisung full on screamed, before taking Minho's ear, and dragging him into the practicing room again. His body was having a full on adrenaline rush, and he simply did not care if the blue haired older wanted to dance or not, he was dancing either way.
"Jisung you look crazy." Felix looked at his best friend dragging a very protesting Minho in on the dance floor by the fucking ear.
"I am." Jisung paused.
"Now dance!"
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"We are meeting up at Marsh's at one o'clock sharp." Jisung spat.
"Why? You taking me out on a date assface?"
"Oh fuck you, we have to talk about song choices, dance styles, storyline and inspiration you dickwad."
"And why don't we make a fucking Pinterest board while we're at it too? No Jisung, let's just start right on. Let's meet here in the dance studio, and just start. We'll figure the rest out later."
"No. Having a structure is gonna help the process, and then we're just gonna have to come up with the physical dance when we're in the studio."
"Oh my fucking god. Fine pretty boy. Let's do it your way, see how well that goes." Minho rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Good we agree."
"Fuck you."
"No thank you."
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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."
