Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin had had his cake, red velvet no less, and he had been waiting for Minho in the canteen for last three hours, plotting every second of his revenge.

People think of debaters as people with the gift of the gab and spontaneity and that might be true, but the pioneers are ones who plan every detail to the last second, who control the entire narrative and sit there smiling as it slowly unfolds.

And whith revenge, it just makes more sense to plan it out and understand the ramifications and how it rupture the future, than just react in a knee jerk and not know how it will all turn out.

It was already seven-thirty and the canteen was deserted, the helpers were cleaning the tables, stacking up chairs, and Seungmin twiddled his thumbs nervously.

Nervousness is always good, it keeps you aware, he heard somewhere. He had done what he was about to do on Skype previously, on a call, on texts but never while looking into the eyes of a pervert.

It was seven forty-five when he saw Minho walk in with Jisung and Hyunjin, his arms firmly wrapped around Jisung's shoulders.

They sat on a table at the far corner of the canteen. He hated Jisung's hot pants, those legs looked too tempting for a student studying in SNU.

Seungmin reminded himself of Minho words and the missed meals and the little slips of class participations and gathered them all in a little snowball that he intended to transform into a fucking avalanche to drown Minho out.

And it was showtime. It was his stage and the audience was in ridiculous hot pants. He went towards Minho as Minho looked at Seungmin walking towards him.

Seungmin cocked his head to one side and said, "Hi, I want to talk to you."

"I dont," said Minho and waved him away.

"Are you sure?" asked Seungmin and braced himself. He was mush inside. It reminded him of his first debate, he was a nervous wreck, close to breakdown, buy outside he appeared a rock.

Seungmin reminded himself. Be a rock.

He bent over and breathed his word towards his ear. "Are you sure you don't want to talk?" If there's one thing Seungmin could do to seduce, it was to modulate his voice, and right now he could have been a voiceover artist leading porn stars. "It that because I'm ugly? Or is it because you think my intelligence turns you on a little? Is that because you were in love with me once? Or are you still in love with me? The boy who destroyed you forever?" His lips hovered dangerously close to Minho's ear. "Don't tell me you don't like a little challenge? A little intimidation? The feeling of your balls and your cock being in control of a single person. Aren't you one of those boys who like their hair to be pulled back and slapped a little?"

So predictable, Seungmin thought. Minho reminded him of Inseong and his rodeo impression on Skype.

Minho's breathing got heavier, just a little, but enough. Say the word cock to a guy and he's yours. He could see Minho freeze in his chair. He made his next move, a dangerous one, like throwing unchecked statistics at the interjector hoping they wouldn't catch your bluff.

He placed his hand on his thigh. "Don't tell me you wouldn't like it if I maybe. . . . . . tie you up? Hit you across your face? And you hit me right back? Don't tell me you haven't imagined that? You have, haven't you? You have touched yourself thinking of it."

Seungmin moved his hands towards his crotch and could disgustingly find Minho harden. "Don't tell me you're not thinking about it right now? You are, aren't you?" Minho was looking at him like a leashed puppy, helpless.

And he he grabbed his crotch and he was hard. "You're thinking of me, aren't you? Tell me you are." Minho nodded his head, just a trillionth of a fraction, even slow motion camera wouldn't catch the moments like these that's enough and Seungmin pushed him away and took a step back and smiled decisively at him.

"SCREW YOU, MINHO," bellowed Seungmin. "FUCK YOU. Look down, you pathetic excuse for a guy. Look at that. You're fucking hard, Minho. You're just a helpless boy, Minho, and you dared to cross my path? You call me hideous? You call me an ugly, loathsome toad? It took me just a few words to get you salivating. JUST LOOK AT YOU." The blood had rushed to Seungmin's face and he was aware that it was his war face, a face no one had fucked aground with.

He pointed a finger at Minho's face which went pale. "So the next time you dare to even think that I'm ugly, think of this moment when I made your world come crashing down on you, when you were powerless, the moment you agreed to cheat on your pretty boyfriend. Remember this moment because it defines you."

Seungmin wiped the frown on his face and smiled. He turned his gaze towards Jisung, smiled kindly and said, "All yours. Nice legs, though."

He strode off with a smile on his face, fully aware of the three pairs of eyes on him.

In his hostel room he washed his hands and sanitized them, and sang three different songs to wipe out the memory of the battle and savoured the victory.

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It came out to be shorter than I thought. I hope it satisfied your hopes <3