plugged in | minsung

part 7

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"So, for the first song... The one Changbin hyung produced, right? I move my hips to the left and my shoulders to the right, but what do my feet do? Do I move them like this? Hyung?"

Minho looked up from where he had been staring down at the phone in his hand. He was leaning against the wall outside of the college's main dance studio, the corridor full of other students all starting to stretch and warm up. Hyunjin had been flinging his limbs around manically in the small space that Minho managed to maintain from the other students with a carefully planned glare.

"Your feet shouldn't move. And you need to twist your arms more, you're too straight." Minho's voice was deadpan and Hyunjin could only hold his attention for a moment before Minho was absorbed back into his phone screen.

Hyunjin pulled a face. "I've never heard that I'm too straight before. You're not looking properly anyway, hyung."

Minho felt a small smile slip through the cracks. Hyunjin was funny, if not also kind of annoying.

A new voice far too close to their vicinity dragged Minho's eyes back up. A tiny blonde boy had appeared all of a sudden at Hyunjin's side, and Minho was sure he recognised him.

"Hyunjin, hyung? Is this classroom 0.31?" the boy asked.

Hyunjin turned to look at him with a smile that stretched across his face and immediately identified predator and prey in this scenario.

"Felix! Don't you look cute. Yeah, we must have dance classes together. How fun!" Hyunjin's eyes sparkled as he looked Felix up and down.

Minho recognised the name, pinpointing the boy as the one who had come into his room with Jisung only a few days ago. He did look cute, in all fairness, drowning in oversized gym clothes and wisps of blonde hair pushed back by a baby-pink sweatband. But not cute enough to hold Minho's gaze, which flicked back down to his phone.

"Minho hyung? Why are you here? Aren't you in the year above us?" Felix turned his attention to Minho. His voice sounded unsure.

"You know Lino?" Hyunjin asked in delight. Felix frowned.

"Lino?"

"Yeah, it's my pet name for him. He hates it." Hyunjin whispered the last part loudly. "How do you know him?"

Felix noticed an irritated frown had created a fold in Minho's brow.

"Oh, really? Minho, I thought you said you didn't know Hyunjin?" Felix prompted before turning back to Hyunjin. "My friend is Minho's roommate. Han Jisung?"

"I must have misheard the name. Clearly, we know each other," Minho muttered, not even glancing up to look at Felix.

"Me and Lino have... science lessons together," Hyunjin giggled. Minho glared. "I haven't heard of a Han Jisung, though. Is he not from Seoul? Let me see a picture, I'm not used to not knowing people."

Hyunjin practically pulled Felix's phone from his hands, who just stuttered as Hyunjin quickly pulled up his photo album.

"Which one is he?" Hyunjin asked.

Felix picked a picture from the hundreds in his camera roll, one he'd taken of Seungmin and Jisung when they'd gone for food a couple of days ago. Seungmin was pushing his fingers close to the lens, his thumb and forefinger crossed in a heart shape. Jisung was laughing. He looked particularly sweet, his eyes sparkling and his cheeks bunched up at the sides. He looked happy.

"The one on the right? No way. Wow, he's cute. Minho, why would you not tell me that your roommate looks like an idol? Maybe I'll have to spend some more time in your dorm room..."