Cursed Love | HyunChan & HyunHo

7

In the dimly lit dance hall, Chan stands with a mix of frustration and fascination on his face. Minho's piercing eyes lock onto Chan's, waiting for an explanation.

"What were you doing in the library, Chan?" Minho inquires, crossing his arms with a serious expression.

Chan takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey his feelings. "I saw him, Minho. He was in the library, and he looks exactly like—" Chan starts, his voice tinged with both excitement and sadness.

"But he's not!" Minho interjects sharply, cutting Chan off. "He's not who you think he is. You need to stop dwelling on the past."

Chan's eyes widen at Minho's reaction, not expecting such resistance. "I know he's not, but the resemblance is uncanny. It's like he's a mirror image," Chan insists, feeling a surge of curiosity and hope.

Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Chan, it doesn't matter if he looks like someone we used to know."

Chan's frustration transforms into a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions as Minho's cutting words dig deep into his heart. Minho's intense gaze reflects both concern and fierce protectiveness.

"You still hold onto him after all he did to us? After what he put you through?" Minho's voice resonates with determination and resolve. "He's evil, Chan, and he manipulated your innocence. I won't allow history to repeat itself."

Chan's eyes narrow with a mix of hurt and defiance. "And what about you, Minho? Didn't you love him too?" His voice trembles with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "Don't act like you're above all this."

Minho's gaze softens with a hint of regret, understanding the complexity of their shared past. "Yes, I did love him once," he admits solemnly. "But as time passed, I understood the way he manipulated my emotions. I can't ignore his evilness."

Chan's emotions flare up, a mixture of sarcasm and anger lacing his words. "Oh, so you're blaming him now? But let's not forget that you loved and fucked the same person I did, even after knowing how I felt about him," he retorts, bitterness seeping into his tone.

Minho's face contorts in a combination of remorse and understanding. "Chan, I know it may seem that way, and I deeply regret any pain my actions caused you," he says earnestly. "But I was forced and influenced back then, just like you were. It took time for me to see his true nature."

The dimly lit dance hall becomes a battleground of emotions as Chan's anger intensifies. "I was not forced!" Chan's voice trembles with fury, and his eyes are blazing with intensity. "I truly loved him, and he never manipulated my emotions!"

Minho's face contorts, and his anger flares in response to Chan's vehement denial. "How can you say that, Chan? He played with your heart, with both of us!" Minho's voice rises in frustration, his piercing eyes locking onto Chan's. "He used us, and we both fell for his lies!"

"I refuse to believe that!" Chan snaps back, his fists clenching in frustration. "We had something real, Minho! Don't try to rewrite our history just because things went wrong for you!"

Minho's patience wears thin as he steps closer to Chan, their heated argument escalating. "I'm not rewriting anything! I'm trying to protect you from falling into the same trap again!" Minho's voice is sharp, filled with a mix of concern and frustration. "You can't keep holding onto the past, Chan!"

The tension in the dance hall is palpable as their voices echo in the dimly lit space. Both friends stand their ground; emotions are raw and words are biting, unable to find common ground amid their conflicting feelings. The bond between them strains under the weight of their argument, and it seems as though the fallout from the encounter in the library has ignited a fire that threatens to consume their once unbreakable friendship.