Match Made in Hell (MinChan)

"(abbr.) 'What the fuck' but in a more confused manner."

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"Fancy seeing Lee Know." The familiar man greeted him.

It was late at night, he was in the downtown alley casually watching the ongoing dance battles. Minho adjusted his mask, granted that he had somehow caught a cold, and smiled at the guy, greeting him.

"Evening, Cheol hyung." His voice was a little denser, hoarser than usual.

"Under the weather?" He was a guy in his early thirties, light brown hair that always fell on his eyes.

At first he was a dancer amongst all the young ones, maybe it looked cool to him since he was young but then about five or six years ago, he was defeated by a little kid. In one of the smaller events that were organized by rich hot shots just for fun. That kid being Minho. Cheol wasn't his real name, like most of the people here, he was one of the first people Minho befriended 

"A bit." Minho answered clearing his throat, eyes back at the ring in front of him. 

They stood at a sort of balcony, above the playing area. It was run down covered in old pamphlets and graffities but the sick amount of lights and music made this place feel so lively. It was one of those closed off areas that were shut down due to some legal cases and never bothered to open up again.

"So you're in the judging panel.." It was more of a statement than a question. Minho thought about it for a moment before answering.

"It looks like so." He answered, although he didn't particularly feel happy aout it. "I'm here just for supervising today."

"Hmm.." 

That was followed by a stretch of silence. 

"Hyung," He spoke up as Cheol looked back at him. "I need money." He confessed.

"Seeing your skills, I'm sure you can earn it just fine." Cheol answered, brows creased at Minho's seriousness.

"Too less." He answered, eyes back at floor. 

"Well... how much are we talking about?"

"A lot."

"What!?" He exclaimed. "Why would you need that kind of money!?"

"Well..." 

"You aren't doing some shady stuff right?" The elder accused. 

"No!" Minho defended, chuckling. He stayed silent for a while before answering. "I want Minchae to enroll in a good school."

Cheol took in a deep breath, nodding as he straightened up.

"You still don't need that much, what kind of school are you looking for?" He asked.

"She wants to become a doctor when she grows up, so I want her to go to an academic rich school." Minho stated.

"Affording a school like that in here, in Seoul? It's gonna cost you fortunes."

"I know hyung, but there's nothing else I can do right now." Minho sighed. "I cannot shift her or send her somewhere and neither do I want to hinder her studies. She is in good enough shape to be going to school after a long time."

"What about your school?" Cheol raised his brows. "Siamwit is one of the best in academics in the whole country."

Minho chuckled humorlessly. "You think I can afford it?" He paused. "Even if we all take up competitions and combine all the money for months. Still we won't be able to pay the enrollment fee of Siamwit."