Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Today was another gem of Seungmin's growing repertoire if achievements - The Freshers' day at SNU.

The professors were nodding appreciatively at the fine balance and sensibility, the precision of the start and end times of the events, and the smell of fresh bouquets in his their hands.

The dance routine was in two parts, the first part was on stage, pretty average stuff, perfectly times to bore people into the lull before second group sprang up from the audience, a bit like flash mob, and danced like their life depended on it.

The collective gasp of the audience warmed Seungmin's heart, his brilliance taking himself by suprise.

"I hope you're enjoying it," Seungmin asked Prof. Jung. The dean who told him that he was proud of him.

"Where's Prof. Wonpil?"

"How would I know? Check the staffroom," Prof. Jung shrugged as if not wanting to answer.

Seungmin hadn't seen him anywhere in the college yet. Prof. Wonpil was a legend.

Before Seungmin had joined SNU, he had thought he would be all over the place-lecturing, researching groundbreaking ideas, patenting stuff, being handsome -but he was turning out to be quite recluse.

Truth to be told, ever since Seungmin cleared the entrance exam, he had been waiting to meet Prof. Wonpil.

Seungmin even had cut-outs of him in physics book back in his hostel. He was a fan of his perfectly trimmed hair, the roundish spectacles he sorted in all those newspapers clippings and his strikingly boyish looks.

"Hope you enjoy the evening," said Seungmin and went backstage to see everything was in order.

Seungmin saw Hyunjin swearing and booing in the crowd as he attempted unsuccessfully to rile up crowd.

He had hired three professional bouncers to tackle anyone who misbehaved but he waved them down whey they asked him if he wanted to remove Hyunjin.

"Let him be and soak in the perfection." Said Seungmin.

After the events were over, it was time to choose the Mister and Miss Fresher of the day.

The forms had been pored over by Prof. Jung, a couple of unimportant professors and one fourth-year student. Seungmin had initially wanted Prof. Wonpil to br on the panel but he was unavailable.

Ten girls and ten boys were asked you step up on the stage and answer questions before they could show off any particular talent.

Minho was seventh.

Seungmin's palms grew sweaty and he had half mind to ask the bouncers to get him off the stage immediately, but he knew Minho-the drama queen, wouldn't take it lying down.

This wasn't the time to lose his bearings. One slip and Minho would break Seungmin. Seungmin had maintained the facade of being unaffected around him. He had to maintain that.

Minho had destroyed his life once. It wasn't going to happen again.

Minho was the next one up for the panellist' question and Seungmin was already breathing a little heavy, wishing he would drop dead, which was more probable than Minho behaving himself.

"So, Minho?" Asked Prof. Jung, mentally patting himself for his insightful questions. "What do you think more is important-looks or what's deep within?"

Minho looked in the direction of Seungmin. Seungmin felt his breath stuck at his throat.

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