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[/text - shit-hun] → It’s too early for your stupidity. → no. you’re terrible with words sehun. → maybe you should go back to kindergarten so they can teach you how to talk again. → that’s enough you whiny piece of shitty-noodle. → pick me up in an hour, and take me out for breakfast. → we can talk about your baby issues then 

[/text - shit-hun] → That’s a stupid question.  → Why are you so stupid? Can you answer that, stupid? → Just because you wanna go to a uni, doesn’t mean a uni wants you. Stupid. → Have you even applied? Taken an entrance exam? Graduated from highschool?  → Ofc they wont be having this conversation with you, they’re smart enough to know that you can’t even make cup ramen let alone live alone.  → What brat?! → What do you want? → Your precious father has several residential towers throughout the whole city. Why not settle for one of them so the folks can still put a baby monitor in the house and make sure you don’t make a mess on your own. 

Although he caught on with all her teasing, remarks and otherwise, Minsoo’s mind had been spiralling down a path since last months evaluation. It was a slow road initially, now everything simply felt wrong. If anything, he knew she would be able to fix things. If not, at least hit him hard enough to draw back some senses into him. “I should bring my dogs over, see how well they’ll play with your cats.” Smirking as he gently picks up her cat, playfully glaring at it before setting on the floor softly. Only to flop down on her sofa dramatically, effortlessly opening a bag of doritos and started munching away. 

He nodded, acknowledging her weary acceptance to his invitation. In so many odd ways, he felt like he could relate to her; choices had to be made. As selfish and destructive as they may be, someone takes them anyways. It doesn’t take long for the deliver to get there, just after their conversation drew to a close. Minsoo paid and carried their food, “I’m working in studio 3, right by the corner on the third floor. It’s pretty secluded and weirdly enough it has windows, great place to sneak food in.” Giving her a mischievous smile, his expression clearly more friendly from when they started talking. They might not be friends, but it doesn’t mean they couldn’t be civil with each other. 

“well, you also got a better theme.” she said, but didnt sound so bitter as she thought she would be. then again, her whole week had been stressful and just.. she was actually tired for once, the whole insomnia thing was finally taking a nasty toll on her body and brain “i’m not staying after training hours tonight. i’m too tired.” elly added soon after she and minsoo found themselves on the treadmill for their warm up.

“It’s alright, I thought we’d be out more doing actually being adventurous, but nope.” Shaking his head, his pace on the treadmill barely moving. Quite similar to how his bedroom wouldn’t stop spinning when he finally woke up from his nap that morning. “Awww Hyo-jin, is being too kind, tiring you out?” Teasing his best friend, finally picking up the pace a bit. “Going home and passing out though. Sounds fantastic."

“You did great, pixie” Ruffling her hair, showing her the clip he recorded. “I got everything, although if you want, we can try them in different angles and all that? So have a proper visualisation of the whole choreography.” 

With that thought it mind, it was hard for him to keep a straight face when he watched his best friend trip on his own two feet trying to do a dance move. “Shit. You alright there buddy?” Moving quickly to help, Kangjoon up, Minsoo bit his lower lip to stop a grin from escaping his lips. Unknowing that karma is just about to bite him in the ass during their practice. “Maybe we should start with a different portion of the routine, huh?"

Taking a final blow of his smoke, he flicks the bud away, watching it fall hard on the ground before talking again. “I’m waiting for some food delivery, reckon I ordered enough for three people if you want some, you can join me for a late night snack?” Offering her a share of his meal, she was keeping him company now she might as well do so while eating something before they both went back to work. 

Leaning back, to slide down the mirrored wall to slide on the floor. “Which eval group are you in again?” He asked curiously, wondering if they were in the same group or if the younger was roped up with the others. Not that he minded really, but he kind of hoped that Dongmin didn’t have to leave the room and potentially run into the instructor that was after him. He just met the teen, Minsoo ain’t trusting him too easily. 

[/text - shit-hun] → listen, are you sick? → … or drunk? → but you still wear diapers, how could you wanna leave home? → you don’t even know how to draw your own bath and now you wanna be independent!? → panicking over uni? a university actually wants you? REALLY!? → this is a dream right? I’m definitely dreaming. what a fucking nightmare!

“This, my little shiteater, is your gift for christmas O’16, your upcoming birthday and for getting signed in to hell again.” Smiling brightly, patting small set up he worked on a few hours back, right after he got back from work. “You’re back into the industry, this is gonna help a lot when you can’t sneak into a studio back at work. You can thank me, by paying for the dinner I just ordered."

With a heavy sigh, he turns to look at her. This time properly look at his best friend with sorrowful eyes. “I wanna get shit faced drunk and de-age a bit. Can you make that happen?” Taking a big gulp at the strong mixture of all sorts of hard alcohol. He gestures for her to come closer, drawing her into a one armed hug, Minsoo rests his chin just before her crown. “There’s something wrong with me. And I don’t know what it is."