Chapter Twenty: Bias Wrecker

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It was a extremely humid day-- the kind that made the air feel sticky and Minho feel murderous. Practice was brutal enough without the added hell of feeling like they were dancing in a sauna. To make matters worse, it was like everyone had attended a secret meeting and unanimously decided to piss him off by dancing like they had never seen choreography before.

By far, Seungmin was the worst offender.

He stumbled over steps he'd mastered years ago, turned left when everyone turned right, and at one point, ended up facing the wrong way entirely. Minho's glare could've melted steel. "Seungmin, what the hell is wrong with you today?"

Seungmin blinked, half-awake. He had an excuse-- a very specific, Nayoung-shaped excuse. He'd stayed up until 5 a.m. because she apparently needed to rant about every single Stray Kids music video in painful, passionate detail. And she wasn't even done yet because 'Not all the MVs are out yet, random guy. Stay tuned.'

But the real problem wasn't the sleep deprivation.

It was that he learned something. Something dark. Something unforgivable.

Nayoung had a bias wrecker.

And it was Jisung.

Seungmin's gaze snapped to Jisung, who was messing up the choreo too, but in a cute, forgivable way-- at least according to Nayoung. Seungmin watched as Minho sighed, walking over to re-teach Jisung and Jeongin the steps.

She wouldn't have a bias wrecker if Jisung was dead.

Seungmin's hands twitched. His vision narrowed. One clean tackle and he'd take Jisung out of the equation.

He was already mid-lunge when Chan's voice cut through the room. "Uh... Seungmin? What are you doing?"

Seungmin froze, already locking Jisung in a headlock. His mind spun for an excuse. "Massage," he blurted. "Hannie looked tense. I was... helping him." He awkwardly transitioned from chokehold to a surprisingly gentle shoulder massage.

Jisung let out a content sigh. "Wow, thanks Seungmin. You're the only one who noticed how stressed I am."

Seungmin gritted his teeth. This wasn't going as planned.

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The next attempt involved a speaker-- specifically, unplugging Jisung's and 'accidentally' tripping him while he tried to fix it. Except Chan walked in just as Seungmin extended his leg. "What are you doing now?" Chan asked, raising a brow.

Seungmin froze, foot still outstretched. "Stretching. I pulled a hamstring. Peter's helping me stretch it out."

Jisung blinked. "I am?"

"You are now." Jisung shrugged, walking over to gently tug Seungmin's leg, completely oblivious. "Thanks, Jisung," Seungmin muttered through his teeth. One day, this man would fall.

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Seungmin needed a new plan. A sneakier one. One that wouldn't end in awkward massages and bonding moments. "Hey, Jisung," Seungmin said later, his voice syrupy sweet. "Wanna have a sleepover tonight?"

Jisung's eyes lit up. "Really? Like, movies and snacks and everything?"

Seungmin forced a smile. "Yeah. The whole thing. Just you and me."

From across the room, Felix leaned toward Chan, whispering, "That's it. Seungmin's either possessed or planning a murder."

Chan nodded, watching as Seungmin patted Jisung's shoulder a little too enthusiastically. "Probably both."

Meanwhile, Jisung was already texting in the group chat:

[Jisung]: GUYS SEUNGMIN INVITED ME TO A SLEEPOVER 🥹 HE LOVES ME

[Felix]: Blink twice if you're still alive by morning.

[Hyunjin]: This is either heartwarming or the start of a true crime documentary.

[Jeongin]: I call dibs on Jisung's headphones if he dies.

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