Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Seungmin see-sawed between feeling slightly guilty and strangely glad.

He wondered if Minho and Jisung had patched up. His heart leaped with joy at the possibility of them failing to understand each other. But Seungmin knew Minho could have fended off the accusations with no more than a groan. Jisung, the airheaded, would have forgiven him. His shoulders drooped and he frowned at this imagined amicable reunion of sorts.

He had just settled down to get some shut-eye when he heard the familiar screeching voice from the other room.

"Hey?" Seungmin knocked on the common wall. "Are you okay, Jisung?"

"GO AWAY!" howled Jisung. Jisung threw things at the wall and Seungmin smiled heartily. They were breaking up!

"We can talk ," offered Seungmin.

He heard Jisung breakdown in uncontrollable sobs and felt like a heartless bitch when his lips curved into a celebratory smile.

After an hour of sobbing and cursing, Jisung invited Seungmin over. Previously pink and orange and delightfully decorated , the room lay in ruins and so did Jisung, legs splayed at odd angles and his hair crow's nest. Seungmin tried to feel as bad for Jisung as he did for the room.

"What happened?" asked Seungmin.

"I feel in love with the worst boyfriend ever."

"Listen Jisung, I would have been really sorry last night had something happened, but nothing happened between us. I mean I cant even think of it. I just had to talk to Wonpil and he helped me with it."

Jisung wiped the tears and drank greedily from the bottle of water Seungmin had thrust in his face.

"I know you think I'm like a dumb blond, don't you?"

"Me? Huh? Not at all." lied Seungmin.

"Youre not good at lying are you, Seungmin? And stop flattering yourself. Its not you why I had enough of him," Jisung said, steeling himself. "I have saved my boyfriends from the likes of you a billion times before."

"Likes of me?" asked Seungmin, trying hard not to get offended.

"The pretentious, intelligent ones? The one who think everyone around them is a goddamn fool. You think I slept my way into college? I scored 43 marks less than you in the entrance examination. And that's after I did everything fun and crazy one could do in the twelfth grade."

Seungmin's chest heaved with anger but his debating instincts kicked in and he kept Jisung from digressing. "Its not about you and me ,Jisung, Its about you and him, isn't it? Do you want to talk about that?"

Seungmin felt important, suddenly, like a psychiatrist, he crossed his legs and rested his chin on his knuckles waiting for Jisung to pour his heart out.

Jisung chuckled and shook his head. "I knew this was going to happen. He was always going to ruin me."

Jisung started to talk endlessly about Minho's capability to feel immensely loved even if it was for a fleeting moment. Jisung told him no matter how hard he tried to hate Minho he couldn't. "Because deep inside, Minho's a child, a boy , a rebel you want to protect and save but don't know how. Like all other people in Minho's life, I tried to change him. It was a selfish pursuit, I know that." Jisung looked in Seungmin's way. "I thought to myself what if I can exaggerate how he loves me, and tone down how much he protect ,e and our relationship, I will have a perfect guy. I was so close, so close."

"No offence, but aren't you too young for, like, a perfect guy?" asked Seungmin.

"So my love doesn't count because I'm young?" Jisung stared at Seungmin as if he was a repulsive, pea-brained lizard.