Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Double update. Since I had to make up my absence for these past days streaming and collecting votes yk. I just finished writing this so if you find any mistakes in spellings or sentences please do comment on them for correction!:-)

Seungmin and his father waited in the canteen for Minho to turn up. The onslaught of slaps ended for the time being but seungmin waited for it to resume. His father had a striking memory when it came to his misdemeanours and it wouldn't take him long to recognize Minho as the boy from school.

By now, news had spread throughout the campus about Seungmin's sweet and docile father.

The canteen had started filling up and they were all talking in whispers about Seungmin and his father. He was eleven years old all over again, surrounded by kids who laughed at private jokes about him, and jibed him needlessly. It was as if he had walked into time machine. Another four years of labyrinth of soul-sucking sadness, of judging students, of his maligned self. His life was in a fucking loop.

What did he expect? It's his fault entirely.

He had come to this college to study, maximize his scores, get his projects done on time, get a high-paying job and spend the rest of his life being a lonely overachiever.

Why did he make the mistake of thinking that someone else would take care of his problems? Why did he have any hopes with Wonpil? What was he thinking? That a professor in shining armour and floppy hair would waltz into his life, they would solve complex equations together, be the greatest friends anyone would have ever seen, maybe fall in love, and everything would be hunky-dory for the rest of his life.

All those fucking Disney films! Why didn't he notice that only pretty damsels deserved to be rescued? What would have happened to Cinderella if she was ugly ? She would have been rotting at her stepmother's still.

What happened yo all the lessons he taught himself about being alone in every battle of his? How did he allow himself to be distracted from the goal just because Wonpil left the college? Why did he let Wonpil play such a pivotal part in his life?

So what if he thought for the first time somebody had truly appreciated him and looked beyond his patchy skin, his less-than-average fave and his oddly underweight body? So what if for the first time he thought there was someone encouraging him on in his life? So what if  he felt loved? Cared for? Or even human for matter? He wasn't supposed to feel any of these things.

And Wonpil? Did he really expect him to stand up for him? Why would he stand up for a boy like him? Why would anyone stand up for him? Didn't he learn from school? Of course he ran away leaving him to rot here. Of course he didn't even call to see what to see what became of him. Of course he switched off his cellphone.

He deserved this. He had had one chance to fix everything. One chance and he blew it. His only job in the world was to stay hidden and not embarrass his family even further. Being born to them was enough.

Minho walked in. He looked different in his buttoned down shirt, a regular fit pair of jeans and clean sneakers.

"Hello Uncle, Minho," he said and shook Seungmin's father's hand.

"Sit," His father said, still no recollection of where he had seen he boy before. But Seungmin's life was one travesty after another and his good fortune didn't last beyond the first thirty seconds.

"You are Lee Minho? The school one? Is he the same Minho? You're the same boy? Bastard, so you're the one?" asked his father, startled.

Minho nodded. His father stood up stumbling, still a little stunned.

"YOU! You stay away from my son. Do you hear me? Or I will call your mother right now. Did you not hear me? Give me your mother's number right now." Minho stood up, too. His father continued. "GIVE ME THE NUMBER."