Minsoo didn’t hate people. Scratch that. Minsoo didn’t want to hate people. It took so much effort and time to hate someone. He much preferred just dislike people and to pretend those people didn’t exist. He was a great actor, it took very little effort to completely ignore someone’s existence and continue his life without a hitch. After all, he did that for four years with his parents.
In high school, Minsoo would never dare to be upset at anyone. Honestly, he was too tired to be. He liked being around people, even if they moved and shifted and changed with every school year. Ahreum had been, and still was, pretty as a picture. The two of them never had been close. They might have been, if things had been different. Sometimes during high school, they found themselves in each other’s orbit and Minsoo thought she had been nice, at first, until he realized she was really more interested in taking pictures with him for her instagram than in being friends. The two hadn’t kept in touch, especially when Minsoo decided to cut contact with nearly everyone he knew when he went abroad.
And yet.
He spotted her in the distance, far enough that they weren’t quite at the same place, but close enough he couldn’t actually run away. Ah, fuck. He forced a smile onto his face, eyes already peeled for that god damn cell phone. “Hi, Ahreum.”
@chrahreum
