Minho ignored everyone's concerned and comforting words and went to his room. He didn't care if Jisung was in there, he just didn't want to be around the other members at the moment.
"Get out." Jisung said sternly, sitting on Minho's bed.
"Why're you on my bed...?" Minho questioned.
"Did you not hear me?" Jisung asked, obviously still pissed from earlier.
"No, I heard you... I just-"
Jisung cut him off, "I don't care, just shut up and don't bother me." He got up and went over to his bed.
Minho looked at him, obviously curious as to why Jisung was on his bed when he very clearly hates him and doesn't want anything to do with him.
Minho sighed and sat on his bed. He wished he could go back in time, to where he and Jisung were the best of friends... but it's not that simple, Jisung hates him now...
And that seems to never be able to change.
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Fanfiction"Why do you hate me? Why can't we just be friends?"
