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It had been, at least, 5 hours since Danceracha started practicing the choreography for their new unit song, Taste, and to say they were exhausted would be a complete understatement. Minho, of course, had learned ask of the choreography first and it was his responsibility to teach it to Felix and Hyunjin. They were usually pretty quick to learn the steps and they did pretty good for today to have just been their first time to even see the steps. But they were all exhausted, hungry, and irritated and Minho could only take so much of their whining and complaining for one night.
Turning his phone off, Minho turned around to look at his bandmates and sighed.
Felix has lied down on his back, his arms and legs stretched out to resemble a starfish. His longish black hair wet from sweat and sticking to his forehead as he wanted and tried to catch his breath.
Hyunjin was in a similar state. He was sitting with his back against the mirror on the wall, his long, dark brown hair pulled up into a small ponytail and held away from his face by a plain black baseball hat. He had rolled the sleeves to his black t-shirt up to reveal his sweaty biceps and shoulders.
They both looked exactly how Minho felt: exhausted.
Minho picked up his phone, frowning as it read 2:48am. Slipping his phone into his back pocket of his jeans, he cleared his throat, causing both boys' eyes to turn to him.
"It's almost 3am and we have another packed schedule today." Minho explained, feeling the tiredness starting to seep into his body. "Pack your things and head home."
Felix didn't have to be told twice. He hopped up off the floor and walked over to the couch, grabbing his backpack and phone. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed towards the door in less than one minute.
"Goodnight Jinnie." Felix called over his shoulder. "See you at home, Minho-hyung." And with that, he was out the door, not giving either of his bandmates a chance to respond.
Minho chuckled. He picked up his own backpack and slung it over his shoulder. After making sure he had everything, he turned to face Hyunjin, who was still sitting against the mirror and watching Minho closely. He had an unreadable expression on his face.
"You coming?" Minho asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Shaking his head no, Hyunjin stood up to stretch, groaning as he stretched his arms over his head. "I'm going to stay and practice some more."
Minho frowned. They'd done great in practicing today and Hyunjin was an excellent dancer and a fast learner. He had the choreography almost perfected. So it confused Minho as to why Hyunjin thought he needed more practice tonight.
Noticing the look on the elder's face, Hyunjin quickly explained himself. "I need to make my footwork a little smoother."
"Alright." Minho didn't buy it but decided not to push his friend. "I'll see you when you get home."
As Minho was about to walk out the door, Hyunjin called for him with a small frown. "You're coming to our dorm?"
Minho turned to look at him as he nodded. "Yeah. Why?"
"Are you going to be spending the night with Jisung?" Hyunjin asked, plugging his own phone into the speakers.
Minho frowned again, confused as to where this conversation was heading. "Well, he is my boyfriend. I can spend the night with him if I want to."
Hyunjin's jaw visually clenched as he turned to look at his friend. "Are y'all going to fuck?"
Angry now and even more irritated then before, Minho got close to Hyunjin's face, his voice, his voice raising as he spoke. "So what if we are?! It's none of your fucking business, Hyunjin!"
Hyunjin flinched slightly. Minho was already intimidating to Hyunjin but he was even scarier when he was mad. But Hyunjin refused to let the fear he was starting to feel show on his face. He stood up to his full height, looking down slightly to meet the elder's pissed off stare. "The only time you ever come to our dorm is when Chan-hyung needs you or so you can fuck Jisung!"
Now, Minho was beyond pissed off. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of his bandmate's shirt, getting even closer to his face, his voice raising even more. "What the fuck is wrong with you tonight, Hyunjin?! You've never had a problem with my relationship with Jisung before!"
"That's because it hasn't been a problem until recently, Hyung!" Hyunjin was pissed off now, his voice raising too.
"What the hell?" Minho screamed, his fist tightening around the collar of Hyunjin's shirt. "Are you fucking in love with my boyfriend or somethi-"
Fed up with this stupid conversation and accusations, Hyunjin cut Minho off mid-sentence as he leaned forward and harshly smashed his lips against the elder's.
Hyunjin's hands reached out to grip Minho's hips, pulling him closer, moaning softly when Minho gently tugged on his bottom lip, kissing him back just as roughly.
As Hyunjin ran his tongue along Minho's lips, Minho's mind caught up to what was happening. He pushed Hyunjin away, hands roughly shoving his bandmate's chest.
Hyunjin stumbled backwards a little bit, eyes widening in shock. "Oh my god, Hyung, I'm so sor-"
A harsh and loud smack on the cheek cut Hyunjin off before he could finish apologizing. He raised his palm to rub his throbbing cheek, staring at the elder with wide eyes, mouth open in shock.
Minho's eyes widened as well, staring back at Hyunjin, instantly regretting smacking him as he saw his watery eyes.
They stood there for a few moments, eyes wide and breathing heavy as they stared at each other, shock clear on both of their faces.
Minho couldn't take the awkwardness anymore. He looked at Hyunjin one last time before be basically ran out of the studio.
Hyunjin groaned, his back hitting the mirror, sliding down to the floor and hugging his knees to his chest as the built up tears started to fall. The only thought repeatedly running through his mind was 'what the fuck did I just do?'