Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Minho:

Minho was still shirtless in the guys washroom having lost in the scuffle with thr bouncers. Hyunjin had offered him a metaphorical blowjob whenever he was in need of one and spare T-shirt.

"THAT. WAS. EPIC." Hyunjin gushed.

Minho inspected bruises on his stomach. Any other day he would have taken them, but they came from behind, and he was distracted by the white-faced Seungmin.

"I should have done abs this morning."
"You're ripped, dude. I think I heard women come in crowd, some boys said they were turned on too."

Minho played it cool like he didn't give a fuck. "Whatever. Did you see that boy's face?" He asked.

"Which boy? Oh him! I think he passed out or something," Said Hyunjin. "Serves him right for whatever he was trying to do. It's karma and you were God-sent to kick his ass."

"He passed out?" Asked Minho, not sure whether to feel guilty or victorious so he did a mental toss and settled on victorious.

The thumps of bass from the speakers started to filter through to the washroom. The freshers' party had started. "Come. Get drunk today because tomorrow Jung is going to screw your happiness, " Said Hyunjin.

They left the washroom snd walked towards the amphitheater where the DJ was playing his songs.

Most of the students were sitting on the topmost stairs of the amphitheater. As Minho trained his eyes he saw handful of students dancing out of tune.

"Minho, you will die good, honest man for saving our college's heritage. And to celebrate it, we have to get drunk, " Said Hyunjin and dived into his little black polythene bag of clanging bottles.

They both drunk on the mix of some vodka, whiskey, beer and shots. Hyunjin was a masterful bartender bust a lousy drunk.

They walked back, their feet unsteady, Hyunjin struggling to light his ciggarette, the lights of the auditorium piercing their pupils.

"They look like they are being totured," Minho said, pointing towards the dance floor.

"I would give my critique having learned as a professional dancer." Said Hyunjin, "but I'm kinda fucked up right now and all I can see are colours. I need to sit." He sat and got up immediately. "Ny head is spinning. I need to walk hold my hand."

"I am not holding your hand." snapped Minho.
"It will not be gay. And what if they say were gay. We're gay afterall."
"I will chew a glass rather than hold your dirty hand."
"Hold my body then."
"Fuck you." Said Minho and walked away before Hyunjin could hold him.

Minho walked towards the crowd leaving , leaving behind Hyunjin, who walked unsteadily, still trying to light his ciggarette.

The girls, a few if them were dancing without caution now, their facial hair and unchecked sideburns  glistening with sweat.

The boys looked around themselves to copy steps from each other, big, wet patches of sweat on their shirt underarms making them extremely desirable (eww).

Minho chose to close his eyes, forced himself to think that the music played by the DJ—a twenty–year-old boy with brown streaked hair and betel stains on his teeth—was still relevant and there was no harm in dancing to Katie Perry.

He started to dance along with his eyes closed and his arms in the air; he was a great dancer but who gave a damn about dancing good right now.

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"I understand. Now if you don't mind I have some work to do,” said Prof. Jung who assured him, he knew Seungmin wasn't at fault.