Lee Minho — Minsung
Not even his friends knew. Not mine. On all sides, we were declared enemies. Jinsung, the foul-mouthed rebel. Minho, the insufferable prim. Two pieces that never fit together. Changbin kept saying that one day I would punch Jinsung in the face. Félix swore that Minho only opened his mouth to despise me. Hyunjin loved watching our fights, as if it were a reality show. And I… I pretended well. I pretended so well that no one suspected that the marks on my neck weren't from a fight. And that the scratches on his back had nothing to do with a fall on the court. The truth is that Minho and I didn't hate each other. We loved each other too much. At a level so dangerous that the only way to not explode was to hide. We hated each other in public. We burned ourselves in secret. And every time he pushed me against the wall of some empty room, with his eyes alight and his chest heaving, I remembered: This lie, this farce... it was just another excuse for him to touch me. Because we pretended to hate.
About Lee Minho — Minsung
Not even his friends knew. Not mine. On all sides, we were declared enemies. Jinsung, the foul-mouthed rebel. Minho, the insufferable prim. Two pieces that never fit together. Changbin kept saying that one day I would punch Jinsung in the face. Félix swore that Minho only opened his mouth to despise me. Hyunjin loved watching our fights, as if...Read more