Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Minho intended to bring Wonpil back to college. But as they drove out of the college, with Seungmin clinging on to him for dear life, his resolve started to melt away.

"You better not brake and try something stupid. I have seen it in the movies."

"I wish I could have. I feel like I'm driving with a monkey clinging to my back. It's a surprise that you haven't hoped out."

"With your bike, it's a suprise it's still running," snapped Seungmin.

"We could go on and you would lose."

"Try me."

Minho liked that in Seungmin, that fight to have the last word. He could gain some weight though. One month of daily meat, milk and eggs could help his butt be a bit jiggly. Post that an no staying up late for projects and beauty sleep would help Seungmin look a little brighter than he already is. His cheeks would be so full.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I imagined you running."

"Its like imagining you studying."

"I actually did study. You can check my answer sheets," said Minho.

". . .. ."

". . . . "

The ease of conversation, the possibility of rekindling an old relay, the prospect of him straying, made him queasy, a bit disgusted, and he revved the old engine to it's limit. The engine groaned and in the noise, Minho came to analyse what he felt.

The mere thought of Wonpil and Seungmin in the same room gave him nausea. Then why the fuck was he taking him there? Why the hell would be want them to be close again? Seungmin was sad and he would get over it.

Reasons and feelings and the beating of his heart muddled up his head and he concentrated on the road instead. At this time of night, highways were dangerous. Also terribly romantic, with the long stretches of darkness punctuated with light from distant houses, little stars if you could find some, and silence. But he reminded himself that he was with him, Seungmin, not the boy he had promises to love and be committed to. Hoe would he be any different from his mother?

For a moment the escaped his mind. Jisung, he remembered. The names got blurred as he drove on.

Jisung. Before him it was Mina. Another girl he had committed to love for life before it broke down and came to nothing.

"Can you stop? I need to pee. Right now," shouted Seungmin in Minho ear.

"There's a petrol pump after a few kilometers."

"NOW."

"You cant pee here," shouted Minho and went faster weaving between trucks and buses.

"That's only going to make it worse!"

"Where will you pee?"

"ANY DAMN WHERE."

Minho stopped the bike at a sufficiently deserted stretch of road and gave him an  earful about peeing anywhere even if it's like normal for guys.

Seungmin got off the bike, stepped closer to him and dug his index finger in his chest. "And listen closely. If you pr anyone comes even close to me when I'm doing my business I will reach for your intestines through your mouth, pull them out rip them apart and hang them around your neck. So don't even dare to move an inch from here."

Seungmin walked away till he was just a shadow. Minho heard the crunching if leaves and then nothing. He didn't move an inch. Seungmin came back after fuve minutes; a smile had replaced the murderous look. He drove without a word, though all he wanted to do was keep looking at Seungmin and talk.

"That was pretty intense back there, the intestines around my neck thing," Said Minho after a while.

"I don't like people around when I'm not dressed. How is that hard to understand?"

"It's not like you'll be undressing every layer of your clothes it was just a zip. Your like a stick what intersting would be there to peek at anyways." Minho laughed and waited for a piercing retort. He had hit a raw nerve. He drove a few kilometers without a word. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"You're not really that bad, just a little too figure maintained maybe." Minho said after a pause. "By my standards."

". . . . ."

"How your body should look is no one else's buisness really," said Minho.

". . . . ."

"It's all media fes. Who cares if you have abs or you're fat or you're too thin."

". . . . ."

"It's long as you're not dying."

"Minho?" said Seungmin.

"Huh?"

"You need to shut up."

For the rest of drive, he forced himself to think of Jisung and how much he was missing him, which he wasn't at all.

Thats the cliche about love. You don't choose it. It chooses you.

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It just a small chapter today cuz the next chapter is a long one.