Despicable! • JUNHAO

PART TWO.

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"And I tell you, Mingyu, I may have known the boy for a few days, but he.. there must be something wrong with that Minghao character. How could someone empty someone so.. and on the first date?"

"Hey, Jun, look— they've seemed to have made a handheld telephone— who the hells gonna use that?"

"Wha- Mingyu! You're not listening!"

Last year, 1972, I enrolled into university, where I became roommates with Kim Mingyu. Though he's become a great friend, he's not the best listener.

He turns back to me, chewing on a bread roll, then rolls his eyes.
"Man, what're you talking about? The Chinese kid?"

I sit up from my laying position and sigh, "yeah! Look, you've heard about him right? Hell— you known just about every damn kid on this campus who ain't a nobody, gimme the skinny on the kid!"

Mingyu swallows the final chunk of his bread and flops down on my bed next to me, bending down to rest his head in my lap.

"He's just some dude who sexes up with people then ignores them. It's not a big deal, just keep out of his lane" Mingyu whines into my shirt.

"Jeez," I rub his back. "So he's just a sex addict who uses people. That's like a quarter of the school anyways. No big deal—"

"—But, I've also heard from some of his old pals that he's loco, man!"

He sits up and spins his fingers around his head and rolls his eyes, and I push him off the bed with a thud.

"Whatever," I cross my arms. "He seems like a lonely kid then. If I ever run into him, I'm gonna be his new pal!" I decide.

Mingyu shakes his head. "That's so like you. You know,
you just might end up just as crazy.
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"Hey, do you wanna go get grub?" He jumps up, then grabs my arms to yank me off the mattress.

"You just ate bread, isn't that filling?" I complain as he kicks my shoes towards me.

"Not enough. ."

"Gyu, I will kill you. I have homework."

"I don't even know what you're saying— come on— to the food court!"

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