I Have To Do What?

I can't believe it! So many comments and subcribers! So I have decided to post another chapter <--- this is what Key and Taemin look like/wear in this chapter :D Also one more thing I really want a banner/poster for this story so would one of you guys like to make one for me? If so just leave a comment below or on my profile! :) Anywho here is the next chapter!

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   Minho’s POV

I saw that kid look at me…I’m not sure if it’s a girl or a boy, weird. I sat at a table with the rest of the team and listened to Jonghyun go on about the boy with half his head shaved.

“He keeps staring at me like I’m a piece of meat or something, he might rape me,” he said.

“It’s not considered rape if you want it,” I said to him, winking.

“Are you saying that I like him?” he questioned.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I told him. He growled at me and began eating. It’s no secret to me that he likes Kibum, I’ve known Jonghyun since preschool…I know when he likes someone.

 As I started to eat my lunch I looked over and saw that boy or girl stand up with a glare on his face towards his friends. Odd, it seems like a gentle soul I wasn’t expecting that.

“That are you looking at that fag for?” one of the guys questioned. So it was a boy…could have fooled me.

“I was looking at a girl,” I lied.

“Whatever,” he said.

   Soon the bell rang, it was time for basketball practice…I was honestly not looking forward to it. I didn’t do so well in the last game; I kept tripping over my feet. We walked into the locker room and got changed before we stepped onto the court with a not so happy coach.

“I am highly disappointed in you people, I’m not going to lie…you sucked!” he shouted at us. I rolled my eyes, I expected this and nothing less.

“3 laps around the room…I need to talk to Minho,” he commanded, I groaned…this is not going to end well. “Sit down,” he demanded with…the voice. Without the hesitation I sat down on the blechers and waited for him to chew me and spit me out.

“It’s about the game isn’t it?” I questioned.

“Yes, yes it is…you tripped over your feet…twice!” he began, I kinda tuned him out during his speech about posture and footwork. But what caught my ears is when he delivered my fate “I have enrolled you in ballet classes,” he told me.

“Ballet?!” I shouted, earning weird looks from the guys running. “Coach you cant do that…its degrading.”

“It’s for your own good Minho, this will help your footwork and soon enough we’ll win the championships and get another nice trophy in the case,” he explained. I cant believe he’s doing this to me! This is the worst punishment in the world…ballet, I hate my life.

“Your instructor goes to this school, I have asked him to take you today…his name is Onew,” he said before walking over to the other kids. Onew? I knew this guy…I had an advanced class with him last year, he’s a senior…hangs out with that Key guy.

   After practice I walked down the halls trying to find Onew, which luckly I did, he was talking to Key. “Onew?” I questioned, tapping on his shoulder.

“Oh hey, Minho, you’re in my class…welcome aboard,” he said with a smile.

“Do I have to wear tights?” I asked, that was the most important thing to me, it was awful. I looked at him and Key who started laughing at my question.

“Haha, no…it’s an all guy’s class and you can wear sweats because I like yourself would never want to be caught dead in those things,” he reassured me. I sighed in relief, that was two less worries, but I wouldn’t mind dancing with the girls, it would give me something to look at. Onew wrapped his arm around my shoulder and dragged me somewhere “Don’t freak out, I’m gonna introduce you to some of the other dancers,” he said to me. I looked back at Key who was  now talking to that other boy, huh…weird.

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