hm, my idea's not developed enough guys, i need help! can you guys pleas review n tell me which parts are shit so i can change them?

"I think that was great," Changbin said contentedly as they walked back to their dorm.

"Yes, I'm so glad we finished so quickly." Chan added, "Anything wrong, Jisung?"

Jisung looked slightly disappointed. "No, I just wish we had a practice room."

"Jisungie, you know we can't."

"I know, but- gah!" Someone crashed into Jisung, sending him flying backwards. Luckily, Chan grabbed his arms and managed to keep him from falling.

"So sorry!" The guy who'd knocked into Jisung, a thick-necked blonde, bowed. "I wasn't looking where I was going- I was practising-"

"Woojin-hyung?" Changbin grinned.

"Changbin? Hey! I haven't seen you in so long!" Woojin hugged Changbin tightly. "You're Chan, right? I've seen you around before. And you… you're in Felix's dorm, aren't you? Hyunjin told me you're amazingly talented."

Jisung turned red. "Thanks. I was in Felix's dorm. I'm Jisung." Woojin grasped him firmly by the hand and turned to Chan.

"I'm sorry, but I can't shake the hand of any person who knocks over my Jisung." Chan said with dignity, then smiled to show he was joking as Jisung backhanded him across the chest. Woojin's face broke into a smile too as he shook Chan's hand.

"Don't be such a goose, hyung." Jisung muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Jisung, you said you used to be in Felix's dorm, right? Why did you leave?"

"Dongjin and Felix." Jisung said shortly.

Woojin's face darkened, "I heard about that. I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

"Sorry about what?" Chan wanted to know. Jisung hit him again.

"Ow, don't you hit me, I'm your hyung." Chan scolded, trying to act dignified.

Jisung ignored him and walked off with his hands in his pockets.

Changbin turned to Woojin. "What was that about?"

Woojin frowned. "That's his business. Excuse me, I've got to go and practice."

Hyunjin closed his eyes and collapsed on the floor, exhausted from practicing. The sound of the door banging open shocked him and he jerked up so quickly he nearly had whiplash.

"Geez, Woojin-hyung, you gave me a heart attack!" he said indignantly.

"I saw him." Woojin muttered, throwing his coat onto the floor.

"Who?"

"Jisung, of course."

"Hmm." Hyunjin wasn't really paying attention. "Why are you acting so dramatic?"

"You're such a loser." Woojin grumbled.

"Hey!"

"The important thing is, we're supposed to support Felix during this time."

"I know that. Wait." Some of Woojin's earlier comments penetrated Hyunjin's mind. "Did you say Jisung? Han Jisung?"

"Yes. Were you not listening?" Woojin rolled his eyes.

"A bit. Han Jisung… he's really talented. He can sing and rap incredibly well and he's got those really cute and adorable visuals but he can be sexy too."

"All right, not even gonna ask why you're so stalker-ish about him, but-" Woojin held up a hand to stop Hyunjin from protesting. "-listen, Dongjin's getting worse now and he's not going to stop. We need to get Felix out of there asap."

"We invite him over all the time, we walk with him to practice and back- Woojin what else can we do?"

"Well, we do have Jeongin's plan..."

"That crazy ass plan? Come on."

"I'm serious, Hyunjin." Woojin chewed one side of his cheek in thought. "Okay, we'll wait for Jeongin to get back from the toilet, and then we'll get his opinion on this, okay?"

"Okay." Hyunjin blew out his cheeks.

"Jisungie-"

"No hyung, I'm not going to say anything, so just drop it, okay?" Jisung didn't look up from his notebook where he was jotting down lyrics.

"Jisung-"

"Changbin-hyung if you ask me one more time I'm going to stuff this notebook up your-"

"No, no, no! I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go along to the practice rooms and see if there's an empty room."

"What for?" Chan asked.

"Yeah, what for?" Jisung looked up with raised eyebrows.

For a moment, Changbin looked lost. "Um, at night there are less people around, so maybe one practice room will be open and you know… Jisung, you always say you want to go and practice in the practice rooms, so here's your chance, isn't it?"

"Why do you like practicing in the practice rooms, Jisung?" Chan was curious.

"Oh." Jisung was clearly caught off guard and he chewed his lip as a blush came to his cheeks. "I -uh, I always like feeling part of a team and um- the practice rooms make me feel like that and make me feel closer to debuting so that's why I-um like it…" he finished feebly.

Chan caught Changbin's eye. They knew Jisung had been making up the whole thing.

"Anyway." Jisung cleared his throat awkwardly. They could tell that he could tell that they could tell that he was lying. "Can we go, please?"

"Anyone in there?" Jisung asked excitedly.

"Yeah, some group dancing." Changbin said gloomily after peeking through the door.

"There's only one left. Here's hoping," Jisung peered through the keyhole. "Oh, let's go in. This is perfect!" At that moment, an old-fashioned jazzy record started playing from inside.

"Um Jisung," Chan coughed. "Hate to break it to you, but there's clearly someone in there. Maybe we should just go back to the dorm, yeah?"

"No, no, no, this is great." Before they could stop him, Jisung threw open the door.

The record stopped with a screech. Chan and Changbin peered in after Jisung. There were three guys in the room. One was sitting on the floor next to the speakers, his computer in front of him. He had most likely been the one who had been playing the record.

The two other guys were frozen in awkward dance positions. One of them Chan recognised as Lee Minho. He had been a backup dancer for BTS and his dance skills were well known throughout the company.

The other had curly dark hair and deep soulful eyes peering out of his small face. His hair was arranged in such a way that it was severely parted at the side and the side that wasn't combed into place flopped over his face in a very attractive way. Maybe it was the freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, or his dark eyes, but this guy was hawt.

"It's Jisung!" Minho yelled excitedly, overcoming his shock and racing towards Jisung. He pounced on him and wrapped him in a fierce hug. "Thank God, you don't know how much we've missed you…"

Chan and Changbin stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Chan caught the eye of the guy by the record player and grinned. The guy shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes at their embarrassing friends.

"I'm Seungmin." he said, coming over. "That's Minho. Hey Jisung, it's really great to see you." he managed to hug the small part of Jisung that Minho wasn't crushing.

"Hyungs!" Jisung squeezed them back fiercely. "I'm so happy; I've been checking the practice rooms as often as I can to find you guys- you know I don't want to go to the dorm-"

"Oh, so that's why." Chan put a hand on Jisung's shoulder to calm him down. "I'm Bangchan," he introduced himself, shaking Minho's hand. "That's Changbin. We're Jisung's roomates now."

"Oh, you are?" Minho released Jisung to smile at them. "Hey Felix-"

Bang! They all jumped at the sound and it took a while before Chan realised that the other guy, Felix had packed his things at lightning speed and rushed out the back door.

"Ah, it's all right." Minho patted Jisung's arm. "He'll come round, you'll see."

"Of course." Seungmin hastened to add. "It's just a lot for him right now."

"Mhm." Jisung narrowed his eyes. "If I'd known he was in here, I wouldn't have come-"

"Now, now." Minho scolded, "Don't say anything against him, Jisung. But I think we should go check on him just in case," he added to Seungmin, who nodded.

"Check on him for what?! He doesn't-"

"What did I just say?" Minho shook his head, but stroked Jisung's hair fondly.

"Take care, Jisung," Seungmin patted him on his way out and Minho grabbed Chan's sleeve as he walked past him. "Watch out for him, yeah?" he whispered.

"Sure thing." Minho nodded and he and Seungmin went back to their dorm.

"Hey guys," Hyunjin greeted them as they passed each other in the hallway. "Where you headed?"

"Need to check on Felix. He just ran out of the dance room after he saw Jisung."

"Oh. Speaking of that," Hyunjin lowered his voice. "We need your help."

"We?"

"Me, Woojin and Jeongin of course. You remember that crazy plan Jeongin suggested a while ago?"

Seungmin's eyes widened. "You're not serious, Hyunjin."

"Yeah, I am."

"But-but, but, but-" Minho pressed his hands to his forehead. "They will murder us!"

"It's for their own good." Hyunjin argued. He talked them through the plan again.

Slowly, they began to come around.

"I still don't like it though," Seungmin mumbled.

"I don't much either," Hyunjin admitted. "But we have to do something. We can't allow this to happen to Felix!"

Woojin opened the door to see Felix sitting on the floor. Felix looked up and fixed him with 'that' look. For lack of a better word, it was always 'that' look, the one that made everyone's heartbeat quicken. He looked incredibly serious, soulful, and incredibly hot.

"Felix," Woojin closed the door. "What are you doing here?"

Felix fiddled with his fingers. "I needed somewhere to think," he said in his deep ass voice. "I didn't want to go back to my dorm."

"Why not? You have friends there too, Felix."

Felix fixed him with another look, this time an exasperated one. He was a great giver of looks. "You know why."

"Okay, okay. So why do you need time to think?"

Felix sighed. "I saw Jisung."

"Yeah so did I."

Felix glanced at him with alarm. "When!? Just now? You didn't tell me!"

"Geez, calm down." Woojin raised his hands. "So what if I didn't tell you? I'm allowed to see him, aren't I?"

"You know what he did, Woojin. You know why I don't want to see him. That should be reason enough for you not to see him without telling me."

"Okay, so, first of all, no, I don't know what I did. All I know is that you just suddenly got really pissed at him and you refused to be in the same room as him and somehow, Dongwoon's connected. Secondly, don't ever speak to me like that again. I'm your hyung. I know you're upset, but that's no excuse-"

Felix cut him off with a groan. "Don't do that hyung thing on me; it doesn't work. I'm an aussie, remember?"

"Screw that." Woojin muttered.

Felix laughed, a deep sexy laugh that reverberated Woojin's bones. "Woojin-hyung, I'm scared. Maybe Dongjin's right. Maybe I should-"

"No." Woojin sat down next to him and hugged him. "Don't."

"It's just- with Jisung gone…"

"Okay, I really have no idea what the heck your problem is with Jisung. If you want me to give you advice, then you have to tell me."

Felix stood up abruptly, his face ashen.

"Felix!" Came a voice from the doorway, "There you are. I thought I'd find you in their common practice room."

Felix nodded tightly. "Dongmin,"

Woojin turned around to see the self-proclaimed jerk standing in the doorway. "What do you want?"

"Oh so rude, Woojin." Dongmin beckoned with one arm, "Felix, come on. Let's go,"

Woojin grabbed Felix's arm. "He's not going anywhere with you."

Dongmin cocked an eyebrow. "Felix?"

"Let me go, Woojin-hyung." Felix muttered miserably.

"But Felix-"

"Please, hyung!"

Dongmin nodded in approval as Woojin released Felix. "Come on here. We have a lot to talk about,"

Felix closed his eyes and dragged his feet over to Dongmin.

"Hurry up Felix!" Dongmin rolled his eyes and took Felix's arm in a vice-like grip, causing him to squeak in pain. "Bye bye, Woojin." he fluttered his fingers at Woojin and practically dragged Felix out of the room.

okie, i kinda have an idea of what storyline i wanna use now. please review tho!

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