𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Easy

I went straight home after getting given the job to make Minho a track. Chan told me Minho didn't have anything specific in mind, just as long as it was a dance track. I've made dance tracks before, it couldn't be too hard...could it?

As soon as I got home I sat at my desk, opening my laptop. The rest of the day...and night, was spent mashing sounds and adding bits and pieces. It was going well, surprisingly.

Although while I was tapping away something seemed to bother my mind. As much as I knew about making songs, I knew almost nothing about Minho. Sure I know he can be annoying, but I don't know a whole lot about him. I mean how was I supposed to?

I guess I do know a few things from spending most of my life being around him, or more, running away from him.

Suddenly I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing all the things I knew about him, out of curiosity. Likes, dislikes, fears, everything and anything I could think of.

1. He's scared of spiders.

It was fifth grade and we had a show and tell day. A girl in our grade brought in a little tarantula. Of course alot of people thought it was cool and some people were scared but Minho, he was absolutely terrified. He scrambled out of his desk at the sight of it. He ran behind his friends hoping for protection from the creature. At one point the girl had thought it escaped and before anyone could tell Minho that in fact it hadn't, he had immediately left the classroom on the verge of tears.

So yes it was safe to say he was scared of spiders. I laughed to myself as I recalled the memory and scribbled it down on the paper.

2. He's an only child.

Well at least he was before we moved to different highschools. He only ever came to school alone and he always complained about not having a sibling.

"I wish I had an older brother to take care of me."

"I wish I had a little sister to embarrass."

"Aw a twin would be so cool!"

"God he loved complaining." I whispered to myself.

3. He was a cat person.

Oh god Minho and his cats. That was a bond no one could break. His cats were his children. His pride and joy. He would put his cats over ANYTHING. One time in seventh grade he skipped an entire week of school because his cat was sick and "my cats life is more important then algebra." was his excuse I believe.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. He's such an idiot.

4. He's good at hiking?

It was the final school camp for the year sevens. They had one every year for the senior year before we went to highschool. We had cabins we could stay in over the three days. A hike was planned for the second day and Minho couldn't hold in how excited he was, boasting to his friends.

"I'm the master of hiking."

"I could climb the mountain one hundred and twenty times, I bet you twenty dollars."

Remembering his cocky personality I shook my head, stupid Minho.

5. HEIGHTS

Remembering how I found this out made me want to burst out laughing. I had never expected out of all the people for Minho to be scared of heights, especially not THAT scared.

It was the same camping trip and they had booked a ziplining activity. Everyone was lined up in different lines. The people at the front being strapped in. Suddenly I noticed the person behind me was making a whole lot of noise, groaning and huffing. Turning around and seeing that it was Minho, I decided I wasn't going to stand his annoying sounds.

"Why are you making so much noise?!" He huffed at me furrowing his eyebrows.

"Cause this is stupid and childish." Now I was furrowing my eyebrows.

"What-how?" I stared at him waiting for an answer.

"I-It just is!" Suddenly I realised it wasn't the activity that was childish.

"Oh my god...you're scared of heights!" Minho widened his eyes at the accusation.

"What? No! I am not!" I smirked. Oh how I longed for this moment to arrive.

"Ok then, prove it." Minho looked at me confused. "Do it at the same time as me and don't scream." Minho widened his mouth.

"Wha-but." I stood in front of Minho, both of us knowing that if he declined it would mean he was scared of heights. "Fine, I'll do it."

He switched places with a boy in the line next to us and soon it would be our turn. We were put in our harnesses and I could see Minho becoming increasingly terrified. I couldn't help but find it funny. I wasn't one to make fun of people, especially for their fears, but this was Minho we were talking about. Suddenly the instructor started counting down.

"3...2...1..." Suddenly we were pushed off the ledge and were gliding down the lines. The wind hitting our faces and pushing our hair back with it. I quickly looked over to Minho. His face scrunched up in fear. His instincts then kicked in as he flicked his eyes downwards. Quickly he covered his mouth remembering that if he screamed, it was all over. Although I already knew there was no way he wasn't scared.

Once we reached the end we were unharnessed and were able to walk with our own two feet.

"I think I'm gonna throw up." I looked to Minho a little concerned.

"Ew gross! I swear to god, please don't." I could see his distress. As much as I hated him, I didn't want to make things worst. I thought maybe some encouraging words would help, even if they weren't true. "Uh, well...you didn't scream, so I guess your not scared of heights." I patted his back, starting to walk towards the group.

"Yeah exactly! I'm not afraid!" Though as I walked away I heard the faint sound of vomit hitting the bushes.

At this point I was having a laughing fit, remembering the look on Minho's face as he flew down the zip line.

The list went on for a while, as I reached number twenty-five I decided I had done enough laughing at Minho's antics and needed to get back to the music. If I'm honest, I'm not sure how much writing all that down helped me but hey, it was fun at least. To think for that moment, I had forgotten how much I hated him.