Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

40

From:

To:

Subject: To make you feel little and inconsequential.

Attached: 242WOOAR12

242WOOAR13

242WOOAR15

242WOOAR16

Hi Minho,

This mail is in reply to the threat you had issued when I left. Your words were, "You're going to defeat me? You?" Remember this moment . . . ''I'm going to fucking crush you, Seungmin."

Since that clearly hasn't happened, I thought I would mail you and keep you updated on what has happened in the past on month and how badly you have failed in your pursuit.
I hope you're in the worst of health. I sincerely imagine your insides to be rotting from the steroids you might have chose to inject yourself with maintain that useless body of yours.
Oh, I digress.
I'm not mailing to textually assault you. Its to make you feel little and inconsequential as the subject line of mail says.
As I sit on this really expensive recliner Wonpil bought for me form Home depot, I have a admit that at first I was sceptical whether moving on would be easy. But surprise, surprise! It was easier that the first calculus question I solved black in grade nine.
Though what remains is this lingering feeling of not having exacted ,y revenge yet and hence this mail.
You can choose to stop reading this mail right now because what follows is a picture of my perfect life right now.

Wonpil and I moved into two opposite to each other on the twenty-third floor of a building. I would add a celebratory wink after that sentence but you where I'm going with it.
The flat is paid for by the company, which has taken an immense liking to me. I finally feel at home. My brains are respected here, feared, and everything else come later. I have been doing great and I think I have a good shot at getting a job here and working under Wonpil. Haha! Get the pun? Working under him? get it? get it?

Wonpil is a man unlike you. He takes care of me. He's working on me with a welding flame and a sledgehammer, chipping away at the walls around me, trying to make me fall in love, making this relationship work. Soon, I think both of us will love the shit out of each other. Persistence, as he insists, is one of his strongest suits, and I think it's working.

Please also find attached with the mail a couple of pictures of us, Wonpil and I , hugging,slightly drunk from the party Wonpil hosted last Saturday where he showed me off as his boyfriend. BOYFRIEND.

My parents seem to be extremely happy for me suddenly. My mother constantly tells my brother to type out recipes and send them to me so that Wonpil remains impressed by my culinary skills. My mother thinks food will keep Wonpil ensnared.

I share those recipies with Wonpil and he cooks them for me. Also sending two pictures of when he elaborate meals for me. I havent used filters on any of the pictures. He's a great cook and sometimes he cooks naked.

Until next time.
Bye!
Seungmin
{The happiest boy in the world}

He hit the SEND button and shut down the laptop. It had been a month and Minho hadnt followed up his counter threat of "I'm going to fucking crush you, Seungmin.". This had started to bother Seungmin. Minho couldnt have so easily moved on with his life after wreaking havoc in his. Things had to go his way, one way or the other.

It was time he mad his move. He was not going to lose. He wasnt giving up in Minho so easily.

In the kitchen, Wonpil was fastuduously trying to whip up someting for their that night.

"So what's on the menu today?" asked Seungmin, smiling coyly, Wonpil instinctively grabbed him by the waist and kissed him lightly on the lips. Even after a month from their first kiss , Seungmin was taken by surprise every time. Why would Wonpil kiss him after kissing so many people who were much prettier than him?

Off late, things had moved beyond kissing. Three nights out of four, they would share a bed and sleep next to each to each other. And on some nights, they would have sex. He was yet to learn to enjoy it. Most of the times he would be too conscious, too aware of the mechanics of sex, the stripping of c;lothes, way too many limbs, hair, sweat, and the glaring prospect of being disappointing, to indulge in the pleasure of it. But he would soon enjoy it, he was sure. He was just behind in the learning curve, thats all.

"The guys at the company are really excited at your work," said Wonpil. The palak panner was ready and he served it for them. Off late, he had started to retion what Seungmin was eating. He had already lost a couple of kilos.

Seungmin smiled weakly, as forced smile, something that signified he wasnt too happy with what he had just said. Wonpil, concerned, held his hand just like Seungmin knew he would. "I'm still talking about it with my seniors."

"You say the same thing every day, Wonpil."

"It's just been a month, Seungmin. These things take time and youre just an intern right now."

"I'm not pushing you Wonpil. I'm doinh what I'm supposed to do. What you asked me to do. Not let go of my ambition. We are a team now. We have to work together to get our dreams. I just expect support. I hope you know I'm reasonable."

"Ofcourse you are. I wouldnt expect anything different."

Seungmin ate silently, not satisfied with the answer. For the last two weeks Seungmin had been pushing Wonpil to talk to his seniors about the possibilty of a college transfer for Seungmin.

The deal was simple.

AMTECH would pay the tuition fee for Seungmin's engineering studies in a foreign university for the next three years. In return, Seungmin would sign a ten year bond with the company. And to get thee, Seungmin had been putting in nineteen-hour workdays. He was quite talked about among the senior management. But their decision about the college transfer was still pending.

"I trust you," said Seungmin.

"Though as I said I would rather not have you leave India. I wish you could stay back for a couple of years. We could shift together," Wonpil said.

"I know that. But two years isnt a long time, Wonpil. And eventually, you will be thee too. You have to know I just cant go back to my college. For the first time in my lifeI feel happy about this," said Seungmin, looking around the house. "After another month of this, three years of that college will be hard for me to take. I want to be away from my family and those kids at college."

Wonpil nodded and ate in silence. After a while, he asked, "iT's about that boy, Minho, isnt it?"

It wasnt the first time Minho had cone up in the conversations. Just a few days back, Wonpil had caught Seungmin googling his name. "I only have harbour hatred for him. I want him to die," Seungmin had said, wrapping his arms around Wonpil, who had gotten a little suspicious.

"I'm with you now and that's all I care about. I have had it with people like him. I dont want to be arounf him. I wont be able to take it, Wonpil. It's too much negativity! Him, my parents, everything about that college and that city reminds me of the shortcomings. I want to feel normal for a while. I want a new life too. And I want it with you."

"Okay. I will talk to them tomorrow. You will not have to go to that place again."

Seungmin put his arms around him and thanked him."

☆*: .｡. oo .｡.:*☆