Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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SEUNGMIN:

Minho was suspended from the examinations as he was to repeat the first semester.

Despite this Seungmin saw Minho take all the examinations, often matching his supplementary sheet to supplementary sheet, and looked past Seungmin like he was made of plexiglas. He wasn't sure if he had to be apologetic or gratefulness so he chose to stay confused. In his head he tried to justify why Minho would take the blame on himself but always came us with naught.

Seungmin had a hard time concentrating on the examinations, Minho had already won the examination, the Olympics and the Noble Prize with his little gesture.

The exams ended without incident and Seungmin calculated his expected score in each subjects. The cumulative total would beat the previous highest held by Hyunjin when he was in first year. He kept his fingers crossed.

"Thank you, Seungmin," the boy he had helped out said.

"Are you better now?"

"Yes much better. I can't tell you how grateful I am."

"Anyone would have done the same."

"My friends and I are going to a club near the college tonight. It would be great if you can come. We have already talked to the warden. She's okay if we come back by two."

"I'm sorry, I cant, " said Seungmin, reflexively. Years of turning down plans that hampered intellectual progress had altered his DNA.  He didn't even have to think before taking plans. "But thanks for asking.'

" Do let me know if you change your mind." said Jeongin hugged him and then he left smiling.

While other students would celebrate the culminating of mid-semester examinations which counted for a measly 20 per cent of the final score, he would start out on the roadmap to tackle the remaining 80 per cent. He had already made a glossary of topics with decreasing order of importance and he had to strike off two of them from the list by the next morning. There was no time to waste.

The first hour passes by in a jiffy and adrenaline courses through his veins as he thinks of his thumping victory two months from now.

But somehow, from some damned place inside his brain, a flash if Minho saving him from losing everything hits him. That tiny silver microsecond where he had picked him in his arms with an urgency of paramedic, that look in Minho's eyes and the strength of his last utterly romantic words 'Stop fucking crying' resonated through his entire body and he slumped back in the desk.

All his wins, the little trophies, the medals, the certificates, everything that he would win from that moment on would now be stained with the memory if Minho saving him in the weak moment.

His crying and Minho's concerned face flashed in front if his eyes, and he wanted to metaphorically slit of wrists. "Why the fuck did it have to happen that day!" Because no matter how big of a jerk Minho was, he did save him when he thought all was going to him.

He would owe all of his wins to him.

He walked to the library, lugging all the books he needed, and settled at the far end corner of the empty library. He hadn't realized but the mid-semester examinations and the extra classes had taken a toll on him.

He had drifted off, head resting on a book he had drooled all over. He woke up with a start and felt someone's eyes on him. On the table, Wonpil was sitting smoking a cigarette, reading a book.

"Oh, hi," said Wonpil and closed the book.

"That was very Edward Cullen of you."

Wonpil made himself comfortable on the chair next to Seungmin's. Seungmin smiled weekly. Wonpil, the hot, brainy, professor he had dreamy if nine nights out of ten, was right in front of him. "There's something I need to tell you. I have waited for really long to tell you this," said Wonpil.