Minho was clearly not in the mood today, he quarreled with all the members because he was very late for rehearsal and was getting nervous

The boy walked into the common kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and exhaling in disappointment, comprehending what he had done. His eyes closed in frustration

“What a bastard I am...”

He whispered, but then he heard a familiar voice in the hall. This is the coach for choreographing their dances. God, Minho was crazy about him, he is perfect in literally everything for him, but he clearly hides it