Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

8

Minho:

Minho regretted his decision of the riding the damned motorcycle to Seoul National University(SNU), the college he had gotten through.

Still about fifty kilometers to go, the roting piece of shit had broken down twice. He stepped into a small roadside stall which had benches and chairs outside to the people like Minho,passerby. While the mechanic refilled the coolant.

"One Green tea without sugar please! " he said to the person behind the stall(vendor?). Even though he wasn't supposed to have this for his diet he was cold.

Earlier, Minho had filled his shaker with three scoops of 100 per cent protein, two coops of glutamine, three scoops of Minho and two scoops of BCAAs, topped it with water and shook it little bit of froth gad dribbled out.

It smelled like shit but it was essential for rapid muscle growth, to help him break out of the plateau he had hit with the overhead and the bench press.

A couple of flies started hover around the dirty bandage on his right hand since he was sitting outside on the chair.

He needed new dressing for that would.

He leaned back into his chair and smiled thinking of how he had smashed Haechan's face while the latter tried to run away from him, crawling on all fours, of the sweet sound of his nose crushing against his knuckles.

But that's how Minho operated. People needed to be punished and left with scars that would remain for a lifetime.

What had really cracked Minho up was when Haechan staggered to his feet and threw a rock at Minho who caught it with his right hand, and used the same rock to break Haechan's nose.

Minho still think he left him off easily.

Haechan had admitted to kissing Mina and had the ball to say, "But you had broken up with her!" Seconds later Minho's fist crashed with Haechan's ribs, snapping them like dry wings.

"You need to ask me before taking my things," Minho had whispered in his ear.

A serving boy came with the tea. It was the sweetest fucking thing he had ever tasted and he spat out.

"Fuck."
Before Minho could have called out to the boy and given him a mouthful, he was already serving a meal to another guy who sat at another corner of that place with his back towards him.

Minho instead gargled with the tea instead, not wanting any extra calories in his blood stream, and spat it out, making sure the cashier noticed.

'it had sugar' , remarked Minho. A small round of steel plate with the bill reached his table.

Minho got up from his chair, picked the tattered backpack and sling it over his shoulder. He walked yo his bike and paid the mechanic, and kick-started it to life.

The waiter scurried to Minho's table to collect money for the tea and just found bloodied bandage.

Minho was gone.

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Seungmin:

Seungmin had noticed how pale the waiter's face was after that boy, whose face looked familiar, drove away on his motorcycle leaving behind a bloodied bandage. He burped.

"The food was good, " he said said to the waiter. Frankly the only thing he ate was some freshly made salad and he was already full like he had eaten something dipped in oil and bathed with cheese.

He hasn't had sex but it couldn't be better than a creamy bowl of pasta he thought. He couldn't all those with fat calories but his body couldn't take it in without gagging everything out.