I hate you!; Minsung skz

Just looking at his face made Jisung sick to the stomach. Everything about Minho made his blood boil with hatred. You may be asking why this is, but no one knew, not even Jisung.

Ever since he could remember, he had something against Minho. They'd always mutter sarcastic comments about each other, which usually led to them yelling and then, if Chan wasn't there to stop them, they would be at each other's throats.

Usually people try and stay well away from people they despise however, they just happened to share the same friends.

Jisung's friends loved him of course, but they also loved Minho too. No matter how much he begged and pleaded with his friends to tell Minho to fuck off, they just wouldn't. His friends deal with their arguments and fighting pretty well, if it weren't for them then Minho would definitely be dead by now, or at least in a critical state.

Jisung sat at the lunch table, his eyes narrowed as he spots Minho coming closer.
He turns and grabs Hyunjin's arm, pulling him into the seat beside him.

"What are you doing?" The elder asks, trying his best not to choke on his food as he lets Jisung drag him into a new seat.

"You have to sit there, there's no way I'm sitting next to him" he mutters, not even wanting to say the name as it was sure to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

He hears Hyunjin sigh a little at this. None of his friends wanted to be the one to sit between them.
Last week Minho had clung onto Jeongin so that Jisung couldn't get a chance to push him over or trip him up. Unfortunately it scared the youngest a little which resulted in both Minho and Jisung getting a scolding from Chan.

Jisung keeps his head down and his focus was on his water bottle as he sat peeling off the paper label, just to avoid any eye contact with Minho. He hears all his friends greet him in cheery tones which only makes him pull a face.

Lunch goes on pretty normally, Jisung was in the middle of a conversation Woojin until he sees movement out of the corner of his eye.
Hyunjin stands with his try, obviously going to put it back.

Almost instantly, Jisung had locked eyes with Minho, both of them glaring at one another.
Jisung tried to be the mature one in this situation and he turns back to Woojin, carrying on the conversation they were previously having. For a moment nothing happened and Jisung came to the conclusion that Minho wasn't going to bother him today.

But of course that was wishful thinking.

Suddenly, a glass of water falls from the table, right into Jisung's lap. Instantly he stands, a reflex he knew wouldn't help but he did it anyway.

The table went silent, apart from an annoying high pitched laugh coming from beside him. Just that sound made him want to pull his head off his body.

Jisung picks up the empty glass and raises it in the air, ready to throw it at Minho's head.

"Stop!" A voice yells, causing both boys to stop. Jisung lowers the glass and Minho's laughter dies down to a silence. "Are you trying to kill him!?" Chan asks, anger evident in his voice.

Jisung glances over at Minho once and nods "yeah" He shrugs.

Chan sighs and rubs his hand over his face. "You guys seriously need to stop this whole hatred thing, it's getting out of hand".

Jisung slams the glass down on the table "he started it, he pushed the glass over!"

"It was an accident!" Minho argues, now standing from his seat.

"Maybe me punching you will be an accident too!" He threatens, raising his fist but a hand grabs his arm.

"Come on" Felix says softly "lets go so you can dry yourself off" he pulls Jisung away but he was sure to harshly bump his shoulder against Minho's as he walked past.

This was nothing new. Something like this happened pretty much everyday. They were childish but they didn't care. They were always trying to embarrass each other, or hurt one another's feelings. Basically, they were just trying to find more reasons to hate each other.

Felix practically pushes Jisung into the boys bathrooms. Instantly he walks over to the hand dyer and stands under it. If he was being completely honest, the fact he looked like he had wet himself didn't even bother him, he was still too angry to care.

Felix leans against the wall, giving Jisung a disappointed look which only causes him to roll his eyes. "Whatever you have to say just say it. You know I don't like it when you pull that face" he mutters, leaning over and grabbing a hand towel to see if he could quicken the drying process.

"Why do you two hate each other so much?" The blonde asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

There it was. That impossible question that he wished he could answer. "It's a long story" he lies, not looking back over at his friend.
This is what he always says, he didn't know how else to say it.

"That's why Minho said too" Felix mutters.

Well at least it sounded more believable since Minho used that excuse too. "All you need to know is that he's a asshole and I don't know why I'm the only one who can see it"

He was pretty sure Felix wasn't listening anymore. Whenever he starts talking about Minho like this they all usually switch off. It's the same when Minho was complaining about Jisung. None of them wanted to hear it.

They stay there for a few more minutes until Jisung was pretty much completely dry. It was just in time too since the bell rang.
"Come on, we can't be late, you know how coach gets when we're late to gym" Felix says and Jisung only nods, following him out of the bathroom.

Thankfully gym was just around the corner and it didn't take long before they were in the locker room. They get changed as quickly as they could except Jisung who tried to go a little slower.

"Bro hurry the heck up" Felix says but Jisung shakes his head.

"You guys go ahead and go, I'll meet you in there when I've finished tying my shoe laces" he smiles and that seemed to be enough for them all to leave and head towards the gym.

Jisung spots Minho's hesitation to leave but thankfully he does.
He waits until the locker room was completely empty before racing over to Minho's locker and opening it. He knew the passcode, it was the same as his phone.
Although they hated each other they also spent a lot of time together and Jisung had taken note of the combination he puts into his phone.

Once he was in the locker he grabs his water bottle and pours the contents all over Minho's clothes.
When he was satisfied that everything was drenched, he closed the locker and headed for the gym.

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A/N: thoughts on chapter 1? I know it seems kinda boring but this was just an intro chapter kinda So it'll get more interesting I promise.