Nastyyy2003
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The backstage area is like a weird maze of hallways and corridors, and it takes Minho an annoying amount of time to locate the bathrooms. His bladder is screaming for relief, and just when he finally makes it, he bumps into someone, who happens to be exiting the bathroom at the same time. “Woah, shit, sorry,” the guy says, grabbing both of Minho's upper arms to steady him, as if colliding with this guy's scrawny body had done anything at all to offset Minho's balance. He expects the guy to let go of him, but he doesn't. He just stares at Minho, blinking his big eyes. Minho stares back because the guy is staring. He'd probably find him kind of cute, if he wasn't currently standing between Minho and his access to the toilet. Suddenly, the guy smiles, all gummy and toothy. “Well, hello there.” Minho raises his eyebrows. The fuck? “Did you need something?”
“Yeah,” Minho deadpans. “I need to use the fucking bathroom, and you're in the way. Move.”
(alternatively: non-famous danceracha go to a 3racha concert)
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- Part 1 of do I wanna know?