#switch minho

you and minho fought often, so often that it had become second nature to you. being stuck in the same group—being roommates— only made it worse. it was constant, and frankly suffocating.

“no, I'm serious,” he said, taking a step closer, “we practiced that turn a hundred times.”

“and I did it right a hundred times,” you shot back. 

“one mistake doesn’t mean you get to tear me apart! besides, don't act like you didn't use the wrong foot while switching into the diagonal step.”

minho scoffed, folding his arms— staring at you like you slapped him.

“wrong foot?” he repeated. “i made up for your late count.”

you scoffed—did he think you were a joke? “made up for your late count?” 

was he coming up with excuses, or did he genuinely believe that messing up the step counted as helping? 

“you didn’t make up for anything. you panicked.” you snapped back, stabbing your finger into his chest. 

“you rushed and threw off my balance.”

“shit, so now it's my fault you couldn’t land it?” he pressed, stepping even closer, eyes darkening—the air between you felt thicker.

"I would've landed it if you hadn’t yanked me early!” you retaliated, your chest rising and falling, frustration taking over.

minho stepped closer with a glower, eyes narrowing—as if he was daring you to push further. 

“we failed because you froze.” he said, voice low and sharp.

“no,” you responded quickly, bitterly laughing. “we failed because you don't know how to dance with someone—only over them.”

for a moment, he looked stunned.

“...what did you just say?”

“i said,” you took a deep breath before continuing. 

“you don't like to dance with people,” you repeated, not backing down. “you dance like you're alone, and everyone else just has to keep up or get dragged.”

silence rung out between you.

minho’s stare hardened, disbelief turning into something colder— ready to fight back— until a hand gripped his shoulder, trying to hold him back, that hand belonging to felix. 

“can you guys please relax?” he huffed, a concerned look on his face. “you both made mistakes—so stop fighting. it's not going to change the fact that we failed because of you two.”

minho's jaw clenched, but felix's grip kept him from lunging forward. you were staring at minho half in disbelief and half in frustration. a part of you wanted to provoke him, but the other was telling you to drop it. 

felix shook his head, letting go of minho. “seriously guys, what's done is done. you two messed up your duet, and we all faced the consequences. yelling at each other won't fix shit.”

minho’s glare snapped towards you, but he didn't argue.

before you two killed each other, rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway. hyunjin slowed to a stop in front of you both, eyes wide and grinning.

“guys,” he said, catching his breath. “we’re getting a second chance!”

both you and minho froze. 

“...second chance?” felix asked, confused.

hyunjin nodded, voice stable now. “yeah, the professor knows the mess with your duet affected the rest of us, buuuut… he's giving us one more shot. basically—fix your part, or the whole group suffers.” his ecstatic tone when he first arrived shifting into something more serious.

minho blinked, mouth open slightly. “fix it…? together?”

“yes,” hyunjin stared at him, exhaling like he couldn't believe he was saying it. “how else are you supposed to perform a duet? anyways, this means you actually have to cooperate. no more screaming in hallways, holding grudges, and for god’s sake stop flirting in front of us!”

“what? okay, i”m going to stop you there,” you quickly cut off hyunjin. “in what world would I ever flirt with that narcissist?”

minho’s gaze flicked to you for a second—clenching his fists like he was going to defend himself, until hyunjin's voice stopped him.

“sure, whatever— i don't care if it's flirting or fighting. you guys need to put aside your pride for once and make sure we dont fuck this up okay?” his voice firm—making sure he got his point through your heads.

“so what, are we supposed to just pretend that didn't happen?” minho responded, getting worked up all over again. 

felix exhaled loudly as he stepped forward—preparing to step in if something happened. “no.” he paused before looking directly at both you and minho, “you’re supposed to shut up and not make it worse.”  

“yeah, you guys can do whatever you want after we pass.” hyunjin leaned onto the wall, agreeing with felix.  

“seriously, how do you guys argue this much? does it not get tiring?” felix's eyes flicked between the two of you, genuine confusion painting his face.

“minho’s ego is clearly too high to accept that I'm just as good of a dancer as he is—so he constantly nitpicks every little thing I do. It's like he's obsessed with me or something.” you responded flatly, maintaining eye contact with minho.

“me?” he scoffed, a humourless laugh slipping out, “obsessed with you? you wish.” 

felix ran a hand down his face, exhaustion coloring his voice. “you know what? forget I even asked.” he glanced at hyunjin, who shrugged helplessly. 

“just— go home and work things out, okay? we can't risk losing our last chance because you two can't stand being in the same room for five minutes.” 

minho grabbed his bag from the corner, already heading towards the door. “fine, whatever.”

you followed him out, the door slamming shut behind you. the campus was quieter now, most people gone for the night. the only things you could hear were a few voices in the distance and the footsteps of both you and minho.

the walk back to the dorms was suffocating. minho walked a few steps ahead, with his hands shoved in his pocket—you kept your distance, staring at the pavement—wondering how you would try and work with him.

by the time you reached the building, your chest felt heavy—you couldn't tell if it was anxiety or anger. minho pushed through the entrance without looking back, and you caught the door before it could shut in your face.

“seriously?” you muttered.

he didn't respond. didn't even flinch.

up the stairs, down the hall, and finally—your shared dorm room. minho unlocked the door and stepped inside first, tossing his bag onto the couch like he’d already forgotten you existed.

you closed the door behind you— a little harder than necessary, and stood there for a moment, staring at him before you sat on the couch, keeping your distance.

“so what now?” you asked, breaking the silence. “we just pretend that didn't happen?”

minho turned slowly, leaning against the arm of the couch. “what do you want me to say?”

“i don't know—maybe acknowledge the fact that you were being unreasonable?” you said, frustration bleeding into your voice.  

“unreasonable?” he let out a breathless chuckle and shook his head, “youre the one who can't take criticism.”

you let out a forced laugh before retaliating, “that's rich coming from you.” minhos gaze dropped onto your crossed arms, “someone seriously needs to put you in your place.” 

minho's mouth opened, then closed. his eyebrows shot up, and for a second, he just stared at you—like he couldn't quite process what you just said.

“i—what?” his voice came out slightly higher than usual, and you watched as his ears turned pink. “put me in my—are you serious right now?”

you shrugged, trying to keep your expression neutral. “yeah. someone really should.”

he let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair as he looked away. “that's—you can't just say shit like that.”

“why not? it's true.”

minho’s gaze snapped back to yours, something flickering in his eyes that you couldn't quite read. he opened his mouth like he was gonna argue, but no words came out. 

“you’re unbelievable,” he whispered, but his voice had lost its bitterness.

“why?” you tilted your head, a small grin appearing on your face. “did I finally find a way to shut you up?”

“shut up,” he said, but there was no anger behind it—just embarrassment he was very desperate to hide. he cleared his throat— trying to avoid making eye contact with you. “it's getting late…can we just— can we figure out the choreography tomorrow? Please?” 

you glanced at the time on your phone. he wasn't wrong—it was late—you were both exhausted from the performance and the argument that followed. 

“fine.” you said, uncrossing your arms. “but you’re actually going to work with me this time, not against me.”

“i always work with you,” minho protested weakly, finally meeting your eyes again. 

“sure you do.” you stood up from the couch, grabbing your bag from where you dropped it, "that's why we failed today.”

he winced slightly at that, and you almost felt bad for bringing it up. 

almost.

the silence that followed felt heavier than before. minho looked away, jaw working like he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. 

“i’m going to bed,” you said, finally breaking the tension. you couldn't do this anymore tonight—the arguing, the back and forth. you were exhausted.

“yeah,” minho said quietly, still not looking at you, “okay.”

you turned towards your room, taking a couple steps, but stopped and hesitated for just a second. part of you wanted to say something else— maybe apologize for your comment, but you were too tired to deal with anything. 

“we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” you added, softer this time. 

minho’s eyes flicked up to meet yours briefly, and he nodded, “yeah. tomorrow.” 

you gave him one last look before heading into your room and closing the door behind you. the moment you were alone, you dropped your bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

tomorrow. 

you’d fix everything tomorrow.

you just hoped it would actually be that simple.   

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the next morning came too fast.

you woke up to sunlight shining through the blinds and the muffled sound of movement in the space outside your room. for a moment you just laid there— replaying last night in your head, you regretted a lot of things.

you groaned, dragging a pillow over your face—ready to scream, until a sharp knock on your door jolted you upright. 

“are you up?” minho's voice came through, flat and cautious.

“yeah,” you called back, shoving the pillow aside and swinging your legs off the bed. “i’ll be out soon.” 

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the practice room felt different.

emptier.

colder.

felix and hyunjin were already there when you arrived. felix was sitting against the wall—earbuds in, eyes closed like he was mentally preparing himself for whatever chaos would unfold. hyunjin was sitting next to him, scrolling on his phone—but the way he kept glancing at the door told you he’d been waiting.

“morning,” you greeted them, dropping your bag by the wall—beginning to stretch.  

felix pulled out one earbud. “hey.”

hyunjin straightened up, rolling his shoulders back. “okay so—are we going to do this, or are you two going to need another minute to… i don't know, get it out of your system first?”

“we’re fine,” you responded quickly.

“sure you are.” hyunjin didn't sound very convinced.

minho walked past you, already pulling his arm across his chest to stretch. “let’s just start. the sooner we fix this, the sooner we're done.”

you shot him a look. “wow. how motivating.”

"i wasn't trying to motivate you,” he muttered, not even looking at you. “just being realistic.”

“right.” you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to say something that would start another argument.

not today.

felix stood up and sighed loudly. “okay, let's go over the group part first—just to make sure we’re all on the same page, then you two can work on the duet.”

you and minho nodded at the same exact time.

hyunjin let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “you guys are so weird.”

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you thought everything was going well. the counts were clean, the transitions smooth, and for once you weren't second-guessing every movement.

then minho opened his mouth.

“your footwork’s sloppy.”

you stopped turning to face him. “yeah? well your back isn’t straight.”

“it doesn’t need to be straight for this step, dumbass,” he shot back, crossing his arms 

“sure,” you said, tilting your head slightly. “but you should practice it anyway to make sure you don’t fuck it up a second time.”

minho's eyes widened for just a second before his expression hardened. he took a step towards you, voice dropping. 

“fuck it up? are you seriously going to stand there and act like yesterday wasn't on you?”

“it wasnt—”

“yes it was,” he cut you off jaw tight. “stop trying to rewrite what happened just because you don't want to admit it.”

your chest tightened, heat creeping up your neck. you lowered your voice, leaning in just enough so that he could hear every word. “keep talking like that and I’ll make sure your footwork isn’t the only thing that’s sloppy by the end of the hour.”

minho blinked. his mouth opened slightly, then closed—staring at you, clearly caught off guard.

“yeah?” he finally managed, voice rougher than before.

hyunjin groaned loudly from across the room. “could you guys whisper any louder? i was just starting to hear my own fucking counts.”

felix rubbed his temples, as if a headache was forming. “i think we should just stop for today—“

“what? no," minho said quickly, breaking eye contact with you. “i can’t leave yet. i’ve got so much to go over.” 

hyunjin and felix glanced at each other momentarily, before hyunjin stepped forward.

“perfect! you and minho can do whatever it is that you need to do and felix and i can relax. i’m sure you two wouldn’t understand, but carrying a group project on your back isn’t very easy,” 

hyunjin slung his bag over his shoulder, turning towards the both of you to give you a final look, “make sure to work on your duet sections before you have any extra fun.”

hyunjin and felix didn't waste any time. they headed for the door, not even bothering to glance back. you didn't think much of it—not until the door swung shut behind them.

then you heard it.

the lock.

a soft, deliberate click.

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"they're already gone," you muttered, leaning back against the mirror. "probably halfway across campus by now."

minho turned to face you, "so what, we're just supposed to stay here until someone lets us out?"

"looks like it." you shrugged.

being stuck in here with him, alone, after everything that just happened—

no. you weren't going to think about that.

"whatever," minho said, dropping his bag in the corner. "let's just... practice. that's what we're here for anyway."

you pushed off the mirror. "fine."

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the first few minutes were fine.

you ran through the opening sequence twice, then moved into the transition that led into the duet. minho counted you in, and for a few minutes, it actually felt normal.

then you missed a beat.

minho stopped mid-step. "you were late on the count."

you exhaled. "i know."

"then do it right."

"i'm trying," you snapped, resetting your position. "just give me a second."

"we don't have a second," he shot back. "we have one chance to fix this, and you're already—"

"already what?" you cut him off, turning to face him. "messing up? making mistakes? because last time i checked, you're not perfect either."

minho's jaw clenched. "i never said i was."

"you don't have to," you said, taking a step closer. "you act like it. like everyone else is the problem except you."

"that's not—" he stopped himself, shaking his head. "you know what? forget it. let's just run it again."

"no." you crossed your arms. "i'm not doing this if you're going to keep acting like i'm the only one who needs to get it together."

"i'm not acting like anything," minho said, voice rising slightly. "i'm trying to make sure we don't fail again, but apparently you'd rather argue than actually fix the problem."

"the problem," you repeated. "the problem is that you can't admit when you're wrong. you'd rather blame me for everything than take any responsibility."

minho stepped closer. "i take responsibility when it's actually my fault. yesterday? that was on you."

"bullshit."

"it's not—"

"yes it is!" you interrupted. "you're so busy trying to control everything that you don't even realize when you're the one throwing everything off!"

"i don't control—" he stopped, clearly trying to keep his composure. "you know what? i'm done with this."

"done with what? done with me calling you out?"

"done with you acting like you're some victim when you're just as much of a problem as i am!"

you stared at him, chest rising and falling, every nerve in your body on edge. "fuck you."

"yeah?" minho's voice dropped. 

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

you stopped breathing for a second.

neither of you moved. 

"what did you just say?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

minho's eyes darkened, but you caught the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "you heard me."

you should've walked away, but you didn't.

instead, you grabbed the front of his shirt. 

"say it again."

minho's hands came up to grip your wrists, but the hold was weaker than you expected—almost like he wasn't sure if he wanted to push you away or pull you closer. "you want me to?"

"i want you to stop being a coward."

his grip tightened slightly, but his voice came out quieter than before. "i'm not the coward here."

"then prove it."

you pulled him forward and kissed him—hard, desperate, angry. it wasn't soft or careful. it was all teeth and frustration. minho kissed back. he let you control him, gasping when your fingers tangled in his hair and pulled.

"i hate you," you muttered against his mouth.

"good," he breathed, voice shaking. "i hate you too."

you pushed him backward until his shoulders hit the mirror, he inhaled sharply. his eyes were wide now, and for once he wasn't trying to fight back.

"remember what i said?" you asked, fingers working at the hem of his shirt. "about someone needing to put you in your place?"

minho's breath hitched, his ears going pink

 "you—"

"guess i'm that someone."

"yeah." he said, gasping when you pulled his shirt over his head—chest already flushed.

his hands reached for your shirt, tugging it off, but he lacked his usual confidence. there was an urgency to it, but his hands hesitated.

"this doesn't change anything," you said, hands tracing down his chest.

"i know," minho replied, voice unsteady. his hands moved to your waist, but they just hovered there, waiting. "still think you're the worst."

"the feeling's mutual."

you both stripped off your clothes, and you could see how flushed and needy minho looked. he was getting more and more impatient, hips trying to grind against you, but you stopped him with a hand on his hip.

"you're—" he started, voice breaking when your hand slid lower.

"what?" 

"i'm what?"

"—so fucking annoying," he finished, but it came out as more of a whimper than anything else. his fingers dug into your hips, like he needed something to hold onto.

his hips twitched upward in a desperate attempt for friction—but you pulled back just enough to deny him. his hands shot up to grip your waist, fingers pressing hard into your skin as if he wanted to force you down onto him.

"tell me to stop," you said against his neck, biting down. he groaned, head tilting back, completely exposed.

minho's mouth opened, but no words came out. his hands pulled you closer.

"come on," you pressed. "tell me to stop and i will."

"i—" he tried, voice breaking. "please—"

"please what? please stop?"

"no," he breathed out quickly, panicked. "no—please don't—"

"don't what?"

"don't stop," he finally managed, voice quiet.

"i—" he cut off with a sharp breath when you shifted against him. "fuck—please—"

"please what?"

minho's eyes met yours. "just—don't stop."

you smirked, rolling your hips just enough to feel him pulse beneath you. it wasn't enough to give him what he wanted. his grip tightened and you leaned down, catching his lips in a deep, biting kiss, swallowing his groan as you finally—lowered yourself onto him, slow and torturous.

you rocked against him in lazy, maddening strokes, refusing to give him any real relief. you pulled back when he started chasing more, grinding down just to feel him jerk beneath you with a choked-off sound.

“you’re so—hah—you’re so fucking evil,” he gasped, voiced wrecked.

"still think you're better than me?" 

he opened his mouth, and you started grinding against him—whatever words he had turned into a broken moan. his head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud, eyes closing.

"that's what i thought."

"fuck—" minho’s voice barely above a whisper. "you're—"

"i'm what?"

"—insufferable," he managed, sounding desperate instead of insulting.

you laughed softly. "yeah? then why are you so—"

before you could finish, minho's hand shot up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. it caught you off guard. his teeth caught your bottom lip hard enough to sting.

"shut up," he muttered against your mouth, and this time there was a bite to it. “don't act like you're winning."

"i'm not acting like anything. i am winning."

"you're really not," he shot back, but his voice wavered. "you're just—you think you're so—"

you clenched around him, tightening perfectly, and whatever comment he had died in his throat—replaced by a broken moan that echoed through the practice room.

"what was that?" you asked, grinning. "i didn't quite catch it."

you kissed him again, swallowing the sound he made.

"god, you're loud," you muttered against his mouth.

minho tried to bite back the next sound, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, but you caught his wrist and pinned it against the mirror above his head.

"don't," you said firmly. 

"i want to hear you."

his eyes widened, but he didn't fight it. he moaned, loud and unrestrained.

minho was falling apart beneath you—flushed and trembling.

his usual sharp tongue was gone—it was replaced with desperate pleas, fingers gripping your hips.

you didn’t give him time to recover. rolling your hips in smooth, deep strokes. each movement dragged another broken sound from his lips. his breaths came in ragged pants, his hips lifting to meet yours.

"fuck—" the word tore out of him, raw and desperate. minho’s breath stuttered—and then you twisted your hips, angling yourself just right, and that was all it took.

he came with a shattered groan, his back arching off the mirror. the feeling of him pulsing inside you tipped you over the edge, your own climax hitting hard, leaving you shuddering against him.

you both just sat there, trying to catch your breath.

reality came back slowly. you were still in the practice room. still locked inside. still had a performance to fix.

and you'd just had sex with the person you couldn't stand.

"shit," minho muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. he wasn't looking at you.

"yeah," you agreed quietly, pulling your shirt back on. "shit."

silence.

"we don't...have to talk about this," minho said finally, reaching for his own clothes. "this was just—"

"a mistake," you finished. "i know."

he glanced at you, something unreadable in his expression. "right. a mistake."

you nodded, even though you didn’t really mean it. "we should just focus on the performance."

"agreed."

you both got dressed in silence, avoiding eye contact. by the time you heard footsteps in the hallway, you were on opposite sides of the room.

the lock clicked.

the door swung open.

felix poked his head in. "so... are you guys dead? or did you actually manage to work things out?"

"we're fine," you said quickly. 

felix's eyes narrowed suspiciously, looking between you and minho. "...okay. if you say so."

hyunjin appeared behind him, grinning. 

"told you they just needed some alone time."

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the walk back to the dorm was worse than yesterday.

at least yesterday, you'd had anger to fall back on. now there was just... nothing. uncomfortable silence.

minho walked beside you this time, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed ahead. you kept your gaze on the ground.

what the hell were you thinking?

you weren’t. that was the problem.

by the time you reached your room, the tension was suffocating. minho unlocked the door and you both stepped inside.

"i'm gonna shower," he said, not waiting for a response before disappearing into the bathroom.

you collapsed onto the couch, burying your face in your hands. 

this was a mess.

a complete and total mess.

but a part of you didn't regret doing it.

minho finally came out, hair damp and wearing sweatpants, he barely glanced at you. "the bathroom's free."

"thanks," you mumbled, grabbing your stuff and heading in.

you stood under the water longer than necessary, trying to wash away the feeling of his hands on your skin, his mouth on yours—

no. stop.

this was a one-time thing. a mistake. it wouldn't happen again.

when you emerged, minho was already in his room, door closed. you could see the light under the gap at the bottom.

you went to your own room, shutting the door behind you and climbing into bed. 

you barely slept.

the next morning, you avoided each other

minho was already up when you left your room, making coffee in the small kitchen area. he didn't say good morning. you didn't either.

you grabbed a granola bar and your bag, headed for the door.

"we have practice at two," minho said to your back.

"i know."

"just making sure."

you left without another word.

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the practice room felt different today.

felix and hyunjin were already there, stretching and talking quietly. they looked up when you and minho walked in—separetly.

"morning," felix said carefully.

"hey," you replied, dropping your bag and starting to stretch.

minho did the same on the other side of the room.

hyunjin raised an eyebrow. "okay, so we're doing the silent treatment thing today?"

"we're fine," minho said flatly.

"sure you are."

felix shot hyunjin a look that clearly said drop it, and thankfully, he did.

"let's just run through everything," felix suggested. "from the top."

you all got into position.

the group section went smoothly—surprisingly so. everyone hit their marks, the timing was clean, and for once, there were no arguments.

then came the duet.

you and minho stood across from each other, and for a brief moment, you couldn’t read his expression—recognition, maybe. or regret.

the music started.

you moved through the choreography, you knew the steps by heart. minho's hand found yours for the first turn.

it felt too similar.

but then you were chest to chest for the partnering section, his hands on your waist to lift you—and there it was again.

focus.

you landed the turn this time. minho transitioned smoothly into the next sequence. everything was... working.

"nice!" hyunjin called out when you finished. "see? you guys can actually do it when you're not trying to kill each other."

felix nodded, looking relieved. "let's run it one more time, then we can call it a day."

you and minho reset.

the second run was even better than the first. cleaner. more confident. by the end, you were breathing hard, both looking satisfied.

"okay, i'm less worried now," felix said, grabbing his water bottle. "you guys actually look like you know what you're doing."

"we always knew what we were doing," minho muttered.

"could've fooled me," hyunjin shot back with a grin.

you couldn't help the small smile that slipped out.

minho caught it and looked away quickly.

"alright, i think we're good for today," felix said, standing up and stretching. "same time tomorrow?"

"yeah," you agreed.

hyunjin and felix grabbed their stuff and headed out, leaving you and minho alone again.

you started packing up your things, watching every move he made.

"that was good today," minho said suddenly.

you looked up, surprised. "yeah. it was."

he nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "we should keep it up."

"mhm."

another pause.

"look," minho started, then stopped, like he didn't know what to say. "about yesterday—"

"it's fine," you cut him off. "we don't have to talk about it."

"i just—" he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "i don't want things to be weird."

"It’s not weird," you lied.

minho raised an eyebrow, but he didn't push it. 

"okay. good."

"good."

you both stood there for another second.

"we should go," you finally said.

"yeah."

the walk back was quieter than yesterday, but less tense. you snuck glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking. once, you caught him doing the same.

maybe you could both just— move past it. focus on the performance. pretend it never happened.

but deep down, you knew it wasn't that simple.

it never was with him.

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