i hate you. I hate the way you look at me. I hate the way you watch me from across the room. I hate that you're always there. But mostly? I hate that i don't hate you at all. in which Lee Minho pretends to hate Han Jisung to keep him safe. And han jisung pretends not to notice. They're both terrible liars. ~ The rain is cold. The rose petals from that first day are scattered at their feet, dead now. Jisung's voice breaks as he shoves Minho hard. "Does being gay disgust you? SAY IT." Minho doesn't move. Doesn't fight. Just looks at him with something raw and aching. Then his hand lifts. Trembling. Touches Jisung's wet cheek. "Jisung." That's all. Just his name. But it's enough.
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