Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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It was seven by the time Minho drove into the campus.

The students hadn't woken up yet, having slept only a couple of hours earlier.

He turned towards the block A to drop Seungmin first. He hopped off the motorcycle, a little distance of the prying eyes of his warden. A blip in his heart told Minho that he didn't want Seungmin to leave.

"Good morning." said Minho to prolong conversation, leaving Seungmin meant going back to his room, being alone with the thought of having met his father.

"Will you be okay?" asked Seungmin.

Minho nodded. Seungmin turned to leave when Minho stopped him.

"I'm sorry."

"For what Minho?"

"For everything . For calling you ugly and repulsive and what not. I don't think you are any of that."

"It's okay, Minho. I'm used to it now. Everyone calls me that."

Minho smiled weakly and held Seungmin's hand and said, "The next time someone calls you that, you need to come to me."

"And what will you do about it?"

"I'll make sure its the last time the person gets to speak. I have a great right uppercut. You can ask all the boys who have tried hitting on my lovers," said Minho and they both laughed.

And just then they heard a hyena cry out in the distance. It startled both of them.

He saw Jisung still in his pyjamas, charge towards him, Jisung's arms flapping by his side. His hair in disarray and his eyes sunken, quite clearly he had been up all night thinking about the worst case scenario.

"WHERE WERE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM? I called Hyunjin! He told me you were not in campus. WHERE WERE YOU?"

Minho looked in Seungmin's direction like he wasn't being verbally assaulted and said, "Bye Seungmin." Seungmin not wanting to be a part of their domestic squabble, quietly and quickly walked away.

"ANSWER ME!" shouted Jisung.

"Sit," said Minho and cocked his head, motioning Jisung to sit on his bike.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Answer me first."

"SIT," Minho said.

Jisung, his chest heaving with anger, climbed up and Minho drove to the by far corner of the college and parked his motorcycle. Jisung screamed his questions in his ears. Minho sat on the pavement, lit a cigarette and started to fiddle with his phone. Jisung snatched it and flung it to the bushes. Minho would have slapped him but he was reminded of three of Jisung's cellphone he had unapologetically smashed for talking to the boy he had strictly warned him against. So he stayed put.

"Why didn't you pick up my calls? Were you out for the entire night? What the hell were you doing with him, Minho! I thought you hated him! And you cutting my calls? Why? Minho!" Jisung took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it away. "LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER ME, Minho. You just cant keep treating me like shit."

"When did I treat you like shit?" asked Minho, "And sit here."

"Shut up Minho. I'm tired of listening to you. Don't do this , don't go there, don't talk to that guy. ENOUGH. I stay locked up in my room, and what the hell did you do? You were out with that guy! What happened last night, Minho? Minho, look at me and tell me what happened. If you had to break up with me, you could have had the damn decency to look at me and tell that!"\

"I'm not breaking up with you, Jisung."

"Neither am I, Minho. After ruining my life and shooing away all my friends, I'm nit letting go of you that easily. Now will you just tell me what on the earth happened yesterday? Did you touch him?"

"You need to stay clam , Jisung. Nothing happened."

"Then why were you with him? All of my friends told me you were with him! Chan even saw you guys leave, but I don't wanna believe him. GOD! I'm such a fool. Do you know how stupid would I look?" Jisung slumped on the pavement next to Minho, and cried into his palms.

"You have destroyed me Minho."

"Shut up , Jisung."

"I spend the entire days live like you want me to live. I don't have single friends i can call my own. All i think about is you and you. You just come and go as you like. Why? Look at me and respond me to what I ask, Minho. What have you and what haven't I given you, Minho? What else can i do to be a better boyfriend? For you to be like everyone else, like a normal boyfriend? Why do I have to settle for love in your hate? Why don't you make me feel loved?"

"I do everything a boyfriend does." Minho said irritably.

"No you don't , Minho. Just because you beat up anyone who comes near me and make me feel protected doesn't mean you love me. When was that one time you held my hand and told me I meant something to you? Minho, despite you damned bravado, youre a scared little piece of shit inside. Youre just scared you will be the same wrecked shit everyone else is."

"Jisung you need to calm the fuck down and shut up."

"What shut up. Say if it isn't true." Jisung thrust a finger in Minho's face. "Youre just crazy, Minho. Just pretend to be in love. And i'm tired of this. I'm tired for looking for signs to feel loved. Oh. Look at that. Minho just berated that boy, he must be in love with me. Oh. He just hit that boy black and blue, he must be in love with me. I'm tired Minho. I'm just tired. I need normalcy, I don't give a shit if you cheat on me, if youre not commited, if youre still in love with you ex-boyfriend. All i want is you to be in LOVE with me when youre with me. I can protect myself , Minho. I don't need you for that. I want love from you and you clearly aren't ready for it. And the FUCKING problem is that I can wait, I can wait for you to turn a full circle and comeback to me." Jisung got up. "If you ever feel youre ready to be in relationship, I will be waiting. But before that, please don't call me. We've broken up for now."

Jisung walked away from him crying. A tired Minho walked to his room and crawled to his bed. Hyunjin walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Jisung called last night," said Hyunjin, his voice solemnly serious. "I told him you were out. But guess his friend told him you were out with Seungmin." Minho was too drained to talk about it. He stared at Hyunjin like a corpse. "When will you tell Seungmin?"

"What?"

"That you love him, fucker."

"I love Jiusng. I need to get him back."

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Because I'm not my father, dammit. I can hold down a relationship and not destroy people. I will get Jisung and be the best fucking boyfriend the world has ever seen."

"The world called. It said fuck you," said Hyunjin. "And also, your father called. You need to call him back. He's in the hospital." Hyunjin left the room.

After much reluctance, Minho dialled his father's number after a few hours.

"Is that Minho?" an unfamiliar voice said from other side.

"Yes, who's this?" asked Minho.

"Its me your father."

"You sound strange," Minho said irritably and was about to disconnect the call when his father told him he was dying.

He was at the hospital and wanted to see Minho before he died.

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Hey guys thank you so much for waiting and Minho is seriously not a bad guy.