Han Jisung

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Minсоns. "Battle for the Pedestal"

The music hit the ears so hard that the floor vibrated. This was a closed party for the "chosen few," where status decided everything, and the dance floor served as a ring.

Minho stood in the center, surrounded by a tight circle of people. He moved lazily but perfectly—every gesture made the crowd explode in screams. He didn't even look at his opponents. He just knew he was the best. The king of the party.

Jisung appeared from the crowd silently, but his energy immediately overpowered the noise. He didn't bother waiting in line for a "challenge to the king." He simply pushed through the crowd, stood opposite Minho, and raised his hand, stopping the DJ.

The music cut off. The crowd gasped.

"I heard someone here thinks they're invincible," Jisung said loudly. "But you know, the crown is a bit tight. Let's see if it falls off when you try to repeat this."

Minho raised an eyebrow. A dangerous spark flashed in his eyes. He didn't like being interrupted. He crossed his arms over his chest—listening, but already ready to destroy.

"Go ahead," Minho tossed. "Just don't embarrass yourself. There are cameras here."

Jisung laughed, throwing his head back. He signaled the DJ—who blasted a track with a heavy, aggressive bass. Jisung began to dance. Sharp, daring, with such intensity that it seemed he might tear a muscle at any moment. He shoved Minho with his shoulder as he passed by, and the crowd roared.

Minho smirked. But he had no intention of losing.

He stepped forward, caught the rhythm, and began his response. His movements were honed like a predator's. He wasn't just dancing—he was dominating. He closed the distance to a minimum, almost touching Jisung, and made a sharp lunge, forcing the other to step back half a pace. A psychological blow.

"Not bad," Minho whispered right into his face. "But you're still just a noisy puppy."

Jisung didn't flinch. He grabbed Minho by his chain, pulled him close, and, shouting over the music, replied:

"And you're just a pretty statue. You stand there, but you aren't living."