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"You can’t even get this right ? You’re such a dumbass"
"Stop talking like you know better when I’m not the one rattling this class for the second time stupid"
Someone gasped. Someone else muttered, not again.
The shove came first. Then the punch.
Five minutes later, they were standing in the dean’s office. Again.
The dean sighed, rubbing his temples like this was part of his daily routine.
“I really tired of you two” he said. “Seriously.”
Neither of them answered.
This time, they got away with the simple task of cleaning the dance studio in the 4th floor this Friday . The door shut behind them with a sharp click.
"If you learned to keep your hands to yourself we wouldn’t be here"
Minho spat to the older guy as he started to walk forward
"If YOU learned to keep ur mouth close we wouldn’t even be here today"
Chan fought back, fixing his bag on his shoulder and walking in a slow pace to keep a distance between them.
Minho shot back. “You deserved it.”
Chan let out a humorless breath. “You’re going to get us expelled one day and i don’t want that.”
Minho stopped and turned around. “You talk too much for someone who likes playing innocent.”
Chan sighed. “And you punch too much for someone who claims he doesn’t care.”
They stared at each other for a second too long before Minho walked away again without looking back.
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They join their group friend who were waiting for them in a table at the cafeteria.
The first person they spot was Hyunjin who was clapping his hands with a big smile on his friend.
"Congratulations once again guys. It’s your third visit to the dean office for the week and it’s only Wednesday"
Minho rolled his eyes, sitting besides Jeongin who already took some snack for his two older friend
"What did you get this time ?"
Seungmin asks, eating some fries from Changbin who was really annoyed by this.
"Cleaning the dance studio on the 4th floor"
"That place is always so dirty that’s why nobody goes there."
Felix explained with a disgusted look on his face
Chan stayed standing, bag slung over his shoulder. Changbin was already gathering his things while eating the rest of his fries
“We should go,” Changbin said quickly. “Class in ten minutes.”
“Yeah,” Chan agreed.
Before he left, Minho looked up at him.
“Running away already?”
Chan met his gaze, calm but tired. “Just trying not to throw my bag in your face.”
"Okay let’s go hyung don’t be like that" Changbin dragged him away before Minho could answer.
Jisung watched Chan leave, then turned to Minho. “What ?”
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After they left, Minho and Jisung decided to go the oldest’s house to try a new game. They’re now waiting for the bus.
Minho paced back and forth while Jisung sat on the bench, watching him.
"Are you gonna keep acting like that all of your time here ?" Jisung asked quietly.
“It’s all that fucker’s fault ” Minho snapped.
“He’s older than you,” Jisung said gently.
“And?” Minho scoffed. “ I don’t fucking care about that ”
Jisung hesitated. “Do you still hate because of High school ? He said that it wasn’t him”
Minho let out a loud groan, annoyed by the fact that Jisung still believe that guy.
“Of a course he’s gonna said that it’s not him . There was a fucking video of him doing it, he’s lying. Besides that, he’s a very disrespectful motherfucker who spend all of this boring time on annoying me. I ficking hate him so much and I just want to punch him everytime “ Minho flailed his hands around, exposing his hatred toward Bang Chan.
“Ok I get it come on calm down and let’s go to your house first” Jisung said as he threw a hand on his friend’s shoulder. Minho just nodded
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Minho and Chan know each other since high school. They never got along, even if their friend tried their best to make them friends
The whole hate started by Minho bumping Chan and instead of apologizing, Minho just said “Move out of my way” which make Chan extremely angry. What made him think that he can to him like that. After that, Chan learned that Minho was the handsome and very king friend Jisung meet recently.
Since then, they’ve been enemies. Minho and Chan are currently in their second year of college and things didn’t seem to get better. Everyone is sick of them at this point
It’s finally Friday. This week was so tiring for Minho; the fight with Chan, numerous choreographies to learn; he’s been waiting for the weekend since Monday.
It’s currently 9am and the hall is extremely noisy. How can people have so many energy this early ? Minho hated walking through it at this hour. Too many people, too much noise.
As he crossed the main quad, he instantly spotted Chan.
Chan was surrounded by people, like always, laughing and talking. Someone handed him a coffee. Chan looked surprised, then smiled and thanked them.
Minho slowed his steps.
“Is that Bang Chan?” someone whispered nearby.
“Yeah, he’s so nice.”
“I heard he helps first-years dance majors by producing songs for them.”
Minho rolled his eyes.
Chan’s eyes flicked over and caught Minho watching. His smile faltered for half a second then came right back, easy and perfect.
Minho turned away, annoyed for some reasons. Later, they’ll be stuck cleaning studios together. He would have preferred to be expelled for a few days instead.