Match Made in Hell (MinChan)

"A British dialect word for a self absorbed jerk"

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"FUCK THIS!" Minho shouted kicking the nearest chair making it land a few feet away as the room filled with gasps.

"Minho.." Felix was the first to approach him. The brown haired boy was so angry, running a hand through his hair. He had no idea Chan would stoop so low.

Getting a club ceased meant that it will remain closed for the rest of the year and only the next year can appeal to open it again. That too will require lots of things, petitions and student strength.

"What's wrong?" It was Hyunjin who nudged Minho's shoulder asking him to look up. "What did Chris say?"

"Minho," Lisa approached him seriously. "What did Chris say to you? Tell me, I can handle it."

Why would Minho do that? Stomping down on his ego and letting someone else take the fall for him? He looked around and saw everyone's worried faces. He was sure they'll follow everything he says but at what cost?

"Let's get a coffee.." Minho mumbled looking at Felix.

Lee Felix was a transfer from Australia, attending the high school in Korea. Surprisingly Minho didn't meet Felix in the school but came across him when he was feeding stray cats in the nearby public park. They had ended up talking about all kinds of cats and about their habits without even knowing each other's name.

So the next day when Minho came face to face with the same stranger in the front of the school looking as lost as the kitten from the night before, he was taken by surprise. He remembered how Felix's face practically lit up when Minho approached him. He tried counting the number of 'thank you' Felix said on his first day but lost count somewhere around twenty.

Later when Minho found Felix's passion for dance as well, he was more than happy to introduce him to his crew. Felix beamed with every choreography he learned and even though he lacked the power to confront someone in a battle. Hyunjin had been there to help him in all he could.

"Here's your cold coffee." Felix cheered while placing the cup in front of him. 

"You sure you want to have cold in this weather?" Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. "You might get a sore throat."

"Who cares?" Minho grumbled taking a sip. "I don't need my voice to dance."

Hyunjin just chuckled but Minho was sure he would get some medicines slipped into his bag by the time he returns to the dorm. 

Hwang Hyunjin wasn't like this when Minho had met him. Back in middle school Minho was watching a dance show off between kids his age, he had decided not to participate this one time and was just there for observing others. That's when he looked at Hyunjin, still in his school uniform so Minho was surprised.

He had never seen the kid in school, he should've known if there was someone equally interested in dance as him. As he was about to approach but he saw Hyunjin about to step in the circle to perform when his own teammates stopped him. Grabbing him from his coat and yanking him back while harshly glaring at him.

Little Hyunjin looked so taken aback, eyes wide and shoulders scrunched up. 'You just stand there and look pretty. Leave the dancing to us', the guy said as he shoved past Hyunjin. Minho saw it all, his blood boiling. Gritting his teeth, he had approached the leader of the rival side.

'Sasha, can I take the last round?' He had asked.
'Lee Know taking the part? Sure thing!' She had agreed before turning around to her team and yelling that they have already won.