Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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a/n: Even if you feel its boring in between please don't skip this chapter its important for Seungmin.

When they had started out from college, their reasons to be together were rather clear. Minho didn't want to feel guilty anymore and Seungmin wanted his success to be free of Minho's benevolence. As the night progressed, their reasons became increasingly ambiguous.

Minho, the guy who appraised people in body fat percentage , had just talk like feminist. And sometimes when he drove too fast , Seungmin held him tight without the need to wash his hands with acid.

To cut the awkwardness of the conversation , Minho asked "So why is Wonpil so important?"

"What do you mean?" asked Seungmin.

"You clearly lost your shit once he left"

Seungmin didn't answer. Its wasn't as if Seungmin hadn't thought of what was going on with him and Wonpil. But the thought was so flawed that he didn't dwell on it. Wonpil had dated models. And he was....

Wonpil had never acknowledged Seungmin more than an infatuated student. Which he had proved by running away.

They reached Gangnam at three at the morning. They spent the next hour try to find their way to Wonpil's house.

Minho parked his bike fifty yards away from the steel gate of Wonpil's house modest one-storey house and said "I will wait here,"

Seungmin had been of what he would say to Wonpil and he had zilch right now. He rang the doorbell thrice before there was any movement inside the house. A couple of minutes later , Wonpil emerged in his white t-shit and black sweatpants.

Pleasantries were exchanged after Wonpil expressed suitable shock. He invited him inside , still trying to get over Seungmin's uninvited and creepy presence.

"how did you get here?"

Wonpil closed the door behind him. Through the steel gauze of the gate , Seungmin could see Minho bent over his bike, frowning.

"Sit" said Wonpil, collecting the stray papers into a bundle. Wonpil switched on all the lights but they weren't enough for the large living room. The house was dying. The walls were lined up with bookshelves bent with the weight of textbooks. Big books with cracked spines and incomprehensible symbols lay upturned everywhere. Minus the seepage on the walls, the ruddy smell, it was exactly like Seungmin had imagined. He had imagined Wonpil and him working together one day , half-filled blackboards and half-empty coffee mugs surrounding them. Wonpil clearly wasn't slacking. In fact he was on top of his game.

"Why did you leave sir?" asked Seungmin.

"I had to." Wonpil answered.

"Why?"

"Jung had wanted my head on a platter for a really long time, I gave him the opportunity and he struck. We had a slight disagreement and I had to leave."

"What disagreement?"

"He wanted to throw you out. So instead, I volunteered. And I had a few offers lined up for me to take them up. I have been down for far too long. Its time for me to get on the horse again." said Wonpil with a smile.

"So you can come back if you want to?"

"Technically yes, but I have things to do now. I have already accepted a job offer in Jeju. They are funding all my research. Its a new start for me," answered Wonpil.

"So you will never come back again?" asked Seungmin, his voice desperate.

"No, plus, I cant assure them that what happened that day wont happen again. The student professor relationship really bring you down in research community," said Wonpil, peering into some notes now and scribbling in the margins with pencil'