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Survival show, this whole thing was surviving for him why the hell did it need to be televised? He had to sit there and listen to a man who won’t even listen to won’t even listen to his own employees criticize their every move.
With those thoughts circulating in his head it was no wonder he nearly snapped at the next person who walked through that door, Minho.
They’d grown close since getting introduced to each other being as others like to call it, “90% of impulse control.” Normally that statement would’ve upset him but he wasn’t untrue. The faint taps they would give each other were the only things standing between getting critiques and straight up scolded.
Unfortunately that wasn’t enough and Minho was subsequently eliminated. Just like that, his impulse control was gone.
Of course Hyunjin took it as his opportunity to strike, “who should rap better now huh.”
Something snapped in Jisung and he lunged at the other, just barely being held back by Chan. “IT WASNT EVEN MY PART DUMBASS”
The dancer just scoffed, “how are you ever going to debut with an attitude like that? Wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up hitting someone important.”
Jisung sighed and took a deep breath. Putting his hands into his pockets and storming out.
“Jisung,” Chan called going after him.
He just turned around angrily, “What, what do you want Chris!”
They both knew calling him that was disrespectful but the leader seemed to let it slide. “Don’t you ever get tired of being so angry?” Chan sighed.
“I’m not angry, Hyunjin wants to fight so bad, why won’t you let me do it. Worried I’m going to mess up his pretty little face?” Jisung scoffed.
”Have you talked to Jeongin, or Seungmin about this? They’ve both had anger issues before.” He suggested.
“Of course I have, they don’t get it, none of them do they have no idea what it’s like to be-“
Chan finished the sentence for him. “Bullied to the point of jealousy? You’re right, they don’t but you have to understand that every single one of us is struggling with something. Maybe you should take some time to figure that out.”
Jisung felt like crap, it was like the weirdest scolding of his life. Eventually a reluctant nod came out. “Fine,” he exhaled. “I’ll talk to him.”
The leader gave a smile that looked kind on the surface but warned of an or else behind the eyes. “Good. I know you’re upset about Minho leaving, but no one is getting left behind, I promise you that.”
“What do you want?” Hyunjin said pulling out one of his earbuds and glaring at the person who dared to distract him.
Jisung just sat down in the other available chair and looked at him for a moment he took a deep breath but it was quickly interrupted.
Hyunjin had rolled his eyes, “You going to confess your love to me or what?”
His fist clenched bet he remained calm and exhaled once again. “If we’re going to be in a group together, I think we should talk.”