Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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MINHO:

The tables had turned since the Mario Kart incident.

Seungmin walked the corridors of SNU  like he was the reigning king, and the rest lowly courtiers. Minho could have learned to live with that. But he always felt everything Seungmin did was to spite him, to tell him that he would always be the puppeteer, manipulating his life. Sometimes he would feel like Seungmin laughed at how stupid he was to be in love and continue to be in love with Seungmin.

The little smirks he threw in Minho's direction were far too many to be coincidental. If only he dude look that weak, he would have called him out, lodged a right hook into his rib cage and then smashed his face with a quick elbow move.

But now Minho was prepared.

The countless nights spent with hyunjin about to pay off when he would crush the mid-semester examinations and he would show Seungmin that his presence meany shit to him. That he would happily crush  him over and over again.

He was sitting on the last desk, smiling in Seungmin's direction who, with his back towards him, was revising. Jisung shot him a look but he ignored it.

Lately, Jisung had started to throwing a fit at the littlest of pretexts. Minho would try to explain to him what was really going on but Jisung wouldn't get it. He wasn't sure if even he himself got it.

The bell rang and the exam started. It was going to be a cakewalk. He marked out all the questions that were easy pickings and solved them within the first two hours of the exam.

Then he sat back and sighed, flipping proudly through his answer sheet. He had managed a constant neat handwriting throughout the answer sheet.

"Sir! Extra sheet!" shouted Seungmin.

Minho was still to use the last three pages of his answer booklet. He frowned.

"Me, too!' shouted Minho. Jisung who had finishes whatever he knew within the first hour and now was dozing off looked in his direction, shocked. This happened three more times. Minho's answer booklet was glaring empty now.

But Minho didn't know what to do with the answer sheet. The two questions he hadn't answered till now were from the chapters he had chosen to leave out. He fished his cellphone out from his pocket and fired it up, taking care no one noticed. Over texts, Hyunjin and he decided to meet in the boys washroom.

Just before he could ask permission to go, Seungmin asked if he could go and Minho sunk back to his seat. He waited fifteen minutes for the invigilator to busy himself and forget about the missing boy and then asked if he could go.

"Sure."

Minho ran to the washroom to find Hyunjin smoking, with none of the books he had asked him to bring.

"Dude! Where are the fucking book?"

"I am Miagi and you're my Karate Kid. You can't cheat! That's insulting my genius. "

"I will tell you what will insult your genius," Minho grabbed his throat and pushed him till Hyunjin's head hung over the ledge.

"I was kidding," said Hyunjin. "The books are in my pants. You think any gaurd would have allowed my inside with books in hand."

". . . . . "

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "Such an amateur!" He plunges his hands into his underwear and grabbed around. Minho grimaced. He brought out a little booklet of the book photocopied at a size one-fourth of the original. He tossed it in Minho's direction who handled it like pissed-on banknotes