Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

11

Traditionally, Freshers' Day at SNU was more of an awkward ice-breaker between overenthusiastic senior and junior boys and girls.

"Fuck this, this isn't the Freshers' our college is known for" said Hyunjin, horrified.

"And what is it known for?" asked Minho, his eyes fixed on Seungmin.

"Freshers' day is supposed to be a comedy of errors, not this. It's when everything is fuck-all. The juniors come together and prepare horribly synchronized dance routines, someone sings woefully out of tune, an unfunny fat person mimics professors, a boy in some hip-hop looks does a solo dance performance ripped from Step Up movie without the dexterity or the awesomeness etc."

He huffed with annoyance still continued.

"Few boys and girls would vomit all over themselves, a junior would be bashed up by seniors, an old senior would get lucky blowjob behind the flex posters, and a handful of students would be expelled." said an exasperated Hyunjin.
"They're breaking the tradition, damn it!"

At the helm of operations of this year's party was the psychotic bitch, Seungmin.

He had cruised his way into cultural fest organizing team, the debating team, and had turned out to be a professional ass-licker.

Seungmin was running the machinery with military-like discipline.

"This is so fucking corporate!" complained Hyunjin. They were sitting outside the single-storey structure where the first-year students were organizing Freshers' Day with seriousness you associate with finding a cure for cancer.

Things were clearly tense.

"The girls had to go through rigorous auditions before they could make it to the dance routine. The group has only five girls now. Imagine! Last year there were fifteen, most of them with big titties." continued Hyunjin. (If you're wondering how I know all these I literally heard the boys behind me at school during the preparation of our farewell. They were so nasty. Eww.so why not let y'all know boys can be like this. )

"Is there any time you don't objectify women?"
"I objectify men, too. Don't think I have not noticed your bulge."
"You're fucking incorrigible."

"Don't you want to say something? This is our heritage. Fucked-up Freshers' parties is our forte! Our college's rich history is embellished with screwed-up dance routines, lights falling on people's heads, girls tripping over heels, boys making out, comics being booed off stage, music performance going awry, professor losing their shit! Who likes perfect people? We shouldn't stand for this. This is not SNU. We're fucking upholders of average!" exhorted Hyunjin.

"As much as I would like to help you run this institution on the ground, Hyunjin, I have no reason to."

"You have no reason to? It's that boy, Seungmin, who's running this place like fucking Fort Knox. I thought you hated that boy. Grow some balls and help me screw this up!"

"I hate you too. So what do I do about it?"

"You love me, man. You man-love me," said Hyunjin and wrapped his arm around Minho's shoulder.

"Take your arms away before I rip them off and shove them up your ass. That the only man-love you will get from me."

At a distance, Minho saw Seungmin with his with his little black transponder hanging from his back pocket, a headset wrapped around his dopey little face, going about business like he was born for it, a little too self-assured for Minho liking.

As if that incident that scared him for life had no bearing on Seungmin.

Seungmin had grown up to be just the kind of boy who would ignore calls when he's working or out with his own heterosexual group, the boy who puts his happiness before his lover's, who would harp on and on about feminism, the kind of boy who would break your heart and be absolutely alright eight yours later while minho's heart still trembles with the thought of holding his hand.

Minho had every reason to see Seungmin crumble to ash.

They were now sitting at the windowsill, looking inside.

"For heaven's sake! They have hired a choreographer this time. Just imagine everyone in sync. We can just watch a girl group dance on phone if thats the case." exclaimed Hyunjin.

The choreographer, along with his girl partner, danced effortlessly at the dance floor and expected the students to follow suit.

Seungmin wasn't a part of dance group but he stood in the corner with writing board and spat instructions to the dancers. No was spared from his caustic tongue.

"Stop acting like you have elephantiasis!those feet! Do it like he does!"

"Soojin? Are you pregnant? Then why are you so scared in the lift? The boy will not drop you and kill your unborn child!"

"Lia? Are you trying to get pregnant? I have no problems with you fucking every boy in the college but you can't do it on the dance floor. Dance, don't grind. I don't want professors to think we are vulgar. Be sensuous not vulgar."

Minho laughed at this and voice carried inside of the dance room and everyone looked at his direction.

"What's so funny?"
"You, teaching people on how to be sensuous," said Minho. "Aren't you made of stone?"

"You should have said diamond or cubic borron nitride or carbon nitride, the top three hardest materials. But wait! Oh yes you're not smart enough. I remember you being thrown out of school because of it. And before you go into reminding me about that childish story when I was eight and you were twelve. GET OVER IT! " snapped Seungmin.

"I wasn't thrown out-"

Seungmin shot back, "Fuck off, Minho. Don't make me throw you out of here as well. Don't make me call Prof. Jung. "

Seungmin turned towards the group who looked confused. "What are you looking at? Can we do it again from the top please? Music?" continued Seungmin without battling an eyelid. "And this time we will do it without thinking there are chimps peering inside to observe human behavior."

Hyunjin groaned to answer back, but Minho walked away from the Hall, his eyes narrowed in an get.

After Minho had been expelled from his mother's school, he had been made to go through hours of therapy and counselling sessions from huge-bosomed women with soft, fake voices. "Get over the boy," the counsellor would say.

Sometimes he would understand. But usually he would say never and ask the counsellor to piss off.

But the boy he had refused to move on from had moved on.

Minho walked around in circles, looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" asked Hyunjin.

He found the perfect rock, picked it up and aimed it at the glass window. He imagined throwing it, the glass shattering, the students stepping on it and bleeding, little pieces of glass jutting out of thier feet, and the Freshers' dance being cancelled.

That little shitty bitch deserved it.

He swung his arms and aimed, but Hyunjin stopped him midway.

"Dude I should do it. The authorities can't do shit even if they catch me. You're a lowly junior, and moreover, I deserve this. I need to be the hero here and destroy the fucking perfect Freshers' Day. Let me have. This is my moment and I'm hard just thinking about it."

Minho handed over the rock to him and walked away from the building. Hyunjin threw the rock and it went over missing the target by a mile.

The dance practice went on as planned.

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Okay so I'll try update daily around this hour of the day ~^^~

I hope you enjoy the chapter .