Hating you (loving you)
Minho knew people feared him, and he understood why. He didn’t make friends, he didn’t talk, he showed up to school all cut up from fights. People stared as he passed, then looked the other way when he met their gaze. People made up rumours about his family, his past, him. A lot of people assumed he lost his fights, but if they looked closer, they would realise that the cuts on his knuckles were a lot deeper than the ones on his face. If they looked even closer, they would see the regret and sadness under the blood.
Jisung only knew heartbreak. He only knew longing gazes and lonely nights. He only knew the secret type of love, one sided and painful. He was the heartbroken and the heart breaker. He had held his heart in his hands as it fell apart and smiled sadly as he caused others to do the same. Some said he loved to easy others said he couldn’t love. It didn’t matter though, because as far as he was concerned, he didn’t deserve to be loved at all.
Russian translation available :)