Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had never had a lover, which have him ample time to analyse girls and boys and relationships deeply and intensely, be it through porn or books or drams which he did out in the open, or through glossy magazines which he downloaded on his phone and reason while on the shit pot every morning.

It was the sixth year since he hit puberty and he had researched enough to know that Jisung and Minho's relationship was a shame, there was no love, maybe a psychological warfare of a different kind but definitely not love.

Minho wanted to possess Jisunh and then unwittingly suffocate him with his overbearing possessiveness and then destroy him, and Jisung who was an intelligent boy had turned into a bumbling idiot in love.

But people love to be destroyed by love who take them on s bad trip, make them feel loved and despised, keep them constantly on tenterhooks, and ruin them for everyone else.

Minho was that mad love that forty-year-old women write about in their books while they are married to sedate office-goers with punches and white patches on their wrist from wearing the same watch for decades.

But Hyunjin loved Minho because Minho lived. He was always too angry, too happy, too agitated, too alive, too sad, like living four lives at once, like he was made of nerve endings. While the entire world was like a sleepy, herbivorous, gigantic argentinosaurus, ambling slowly, target in sight, the lush leaves on the top of a tree, Minho was an angry tryannosaurus rex, a complete fucking bastard with no sense of fear, absolutely aimless, ripping out trees and dinosaurs far bigger than his size and soaking in the glory of it all, remorseless.

For the past two weeks Minho had been chasing him and a near impossible dream to top the mid-semester examination, an honour reserved for the nerds, the half-humans like Hyunjin.

Minho had fumbled with the reason why he wanted to top the examination, concocting stories, but Hyunjin wasn't Jisung and he didn't but his shit. He would have pretended to be too drunk, too busy, too stoned inherent niceness in him, you could sense it and you were sure it existed, but you couldn't get to it, and he respected that. It was also the reason why people made him a project and fell in love with him.

Hyunjin saw through the stories Minho tried to sell him but he knew too well why Minho was poring over books, wasting precious paper and missing his morning cardio.

He couldn't help but think that it had to do with Seungmin's meteoric rise in the social fabric of SNU in the past two weeks, which had been nothing less than legendary. Hyunjin the reigning King Nerd of SNU, had been surprised when he attended one of the classes Seungmin held you help out the weak students of the class(he had started teaching one boy in his block A hostel and the crowd had swelled to thirty-three at the last count).

The boy was good, better than most professors even. And the college was rightfully talking about it. Hyunjin knew this boy would go down in history. People would talk about him long after he was gone. The professors already were.

Hyunjin remembered the last time it had happened, he was at the centre stage of it all. He was a young, untouched boy from a small town, hard-working as fuck and sharper than three grandmasters put together

In a college that prided itself on its research, a student like Hyunjin was a virgin gold mine. No sooner had he topped the mid-semester examinations than he was drafted into the projects of three top-notch professors and he couldn't say 'no'.

Three months of sleep deprivation and mind-numbing research pushed him to the brink, and in that brink lay the undiscovered world of alcohol, cigarettes and weed. It consumed Hyunjin completely, robbed him of his desire to blow his professors cocks to be in their good books, and dropped out of the projects unceremoniously.