Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Seungmin sat on the bench outside the interview room, crying. Inside, he could hear Wonpil arguing his case, pushing the two interviewers into hiring him even though Seungmin hadn't answered a single question correctly. Wonpil had prodded him, asked him to take a break, relax , have a glass of water, but nothing had helped.

He had been too distracted by the thought of the interview taking his life in a direction he hadn't had the time to think about. He couldn't think of anything else but Minho. What the hell was he doing? He was pathetic weak wreck.

It must have looked like he deliberately tanked it.

He held his head in his hands and cried. What did he want? Minho was a closed chapter. Didn't he already see that first-hand? Why was he still holding on to the thought inside? Life had thrown a great opportunity his way and he had spilled it.

The door opened and Wonpil walked out looking for him. He stood tall in from of Seungmin, his hands on his waist, angry but controlled.

"What happened in there, Seungmin?"

"I don't know," sobbed Seungmin.

"Listen, Seungmin, I dragged them all the way from Jeju so that they could hire you and not only did you embarrass me inside, you ruined the chance of us being together. I NEED to know what happened inside," muttered Wonpil angrily, his eyes burning.

Wonpil rolled his eyes, turned and slammed the wall with his palm. "Damn it." He breathed deeply to calm himself. "Okay. There's nothing to worry. We can still make it. Minho didn't take the interview so you just need to beat that halfwit boy we interviewed before." He sat on his haunches in front of Seungmin and took his hand into his. "We're going to be fine. I'm going to talk to them and we will take the interview again. Just stop crying. I will make it okay, all right ?"

Seungmin nodded, tears still flowing abundantly, and all he could think about was Minho and his running away from the interview. He stopped crying when he saw his phone ring. It was his father. Wonpil prodded Seungmin to take the call.

"Hello? Seungmin? How did the interview go?" asked the father , without any pleasantries.

"I . . . . I . . ."

"THINK BEFORE LYING TO ME, SEUNGMIN. I'm warning you." shouted the father, his deafening voice audible to Wonpil.

"There's .. another....round left." stammered Seungmin.

"Huh? Even after warning you, youre still lying to me. I talked to the dean. He told me you said nothing in the interview. NOTHING! why? I want an answer, Seungmin, or I will drag you home and never let you lave the house. I had warned you. No more chances."

Wonpil snatched the phone away from Seungmin. "Hello Sir. This is Prof. Wonpil."

"what do you want?"

"I'm the one interviewing you son. I also happen to be the professor with who Seungmin was caught on tape. I am talking to you to assure you that he did nothing wrong that day or even today.

"But---

Ï assure you that he will get the internship today. I will personally make sure he gets through the interview. We hit a snag during the interview process. We thought him as a fourth year student as opposed to a first-year student. Your son is very talented and will be an asset to the company. Seungmin has never intentionally broken a rule or done anything in the college that would disgrace you or your family and would never do in the future. He was a victim to circumstances and of college politics. If you ever have any doubts about his activities , you can call me. If you have any doubt about my credibility, I will have someone send over my qualifications and my body of work. If you still doubt my character or intention towards you son, I can share you the contact numbers of my parents and you can have a word with them. They know about my friendship with your son. I bear no ill intention towards him. He's safe with me. And he would do nothing without your permission."