Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Minho saw Seungmin push the door open rather lazily after his conversation with Wonpil, as if lost somewhere. To mask his concern he spat out angrily, "So do you have the job yet or not? Finally your sycophancy seems to have paid off, Seungmin. Congratulations! You didn't even have to interview."

Seungmin didn't answer. He walked slowly to his seat and sat down. He fidgeted with her pen, opening the cap, closing it. Click. Click. Silence. Click. Click.

"The interview of that boy is taking long, isn't it?" asked Minho after ten minutes of piercing, irritating silence.

Seungmin clenched his jaws and put on his poker face. He wouldn't react, he told himself. He would keep the facts and choices open in front of Minho and wait for his reaction.

"Wonpil proposed to me. Sorta."

"What?"

"He said we could try being in a relationship." said Seungmin, a little loudly , his voice still stripped of any expression, like a mean lawyer.

Minho felt his stomach grumble. "Youre kidding, right?" Minho was in half a mind to grab Seungmin, tie him up, and take him away from anyone who might stake a claim on him.

"He said he would talk to my parents, make everything okay. He said he will be with me for good. I don't think he is going to kid about such thing. He was very serious about it."

"Are you out of your mind?" said Minho. "Youre talking nonsense right now. Youre imaging things. He would never say that. You know his history with all those women and men. He's never leaving that for you."

"He would. He's getting his act together. And if he has decided it, he will do it. Wonpil will make everything right for me." he said and he looked at Minho. "He said that. Quite a few times actually."

"Youre kidding."

"I'm not, Minho. He said it to my face. He's mature enough to think before he says what he says. He's out there waiting for my reply and I'm still thinking what to say to him." said Seungmin. His matter-of-fact tone angered Minho. Why the hell was Seungmin asking him? He was not going to be a part of Seungmin's mathematics about whether he would choose him or not.

"So tell him what you want."

"What do you think I should tell him?" asked Seungmin, holding Minho's gaze, careful enough to keep his voice's interrogative tone alive.

"Whatever you feel like doing. Why are you asking me?"

"You have nothing to say about it? Nothing? No jokes? No wisecracks? Nothing to humiliate me? Where did all that hatred go? Because frankly. Minho, if I leave this room and tell him I'm going to be with him that I'm going to be with him for the rest of my life, I'm going to win our game of cat and mouse. You will lose. Are you ready for that?"

Minho hesitated. "Okay, you want to know what I think about it? Well, I cant wait for you to leave and have little ugly, penguin babies with him!" Minho laughed nervously and looked away, not wanting to dwell in that thought.

Seungmin slumped back into his chair, defeated. "So you think I should say yes?"

Minho nodded reluctantly. "Yes," he said. He had to act right now. He had to tell Seungmin he loved him and keep him from going away. But the words dried up in his mouth. What could he possibly say?

"Youre right, Minho. Probably this is the first time we concur on something. Its the right thing to do. My father would lovingly hand over to him. After all, they thought I would die alone in some hole after putting them through the shame of having unmarried child. Of course, this is the right thing to do. Thank you, Minho. Do you think this would be my last chance for a normal, happy life?"