Tommy’s favourite thing to do was find the furthest skate park possible and spend the day making friends and making trouble, and Jisung’s favourite thing to do way go wherever Tommy was. Unresolved trauma can be the source of negative feelings, depression, anger, or hatred. You may feel rage at the person or situation that harmed you. Jisung! This is Bambam.” The fact that they had already very clearly met was the only sign of how many times her glass had been refiled.

I'm a bit worried that this chapter feels a bit forced, that they're too comfortable with each other compared to how they have been. I don't have anyone that I know IRL that I would be comfortable with reading and helping edit this, so I think that I end up overthinking plot points. You are done for – a living dead man – not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the “mystery” of life.”Deaun brought her hand to lips as Jisung rapped with so much sorrow that it seemed like the room was drowning in it. After a lot more alcohol and quite a few more games, Jisung finally won. Every muscle in his body ached but his excitement wasn’t deterred. The weekend seemed to come early and to Minho, it already felt like summer break. The holidays were close enough to dream for, but still so far. Maybe when all his work was due it would feel like school was important again, but for now all that seemed to matter was how bright the world felt. Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.” – Tahereh Mafi They may not know each other to say it, but it was never hidden. How much ever they hated each other, fate ties them together.” ― Parul Wadhwa

And Jisung would agree because they had so much fun in the places, they went without her. And because without her, Tommy’s smile belonged to him. Jisung held his breath, it would be hopeful to assume that Minho would be able to read his expression. Jisung bit his lip, he couldn’t tell when Minho’s patience for him would run out, but Minho only playfully punched his arm.That’s wonderful.” She laughed. It sounded exactly like Jisung remembered. “All of my friends seem to know Chan; you’ll have to introduce me one day.” They were walking to Hyunjin’s house after school. The hill was steep, and the sun shone right into their eyes. The younger ones, including Jeongin, who had settled in easily, had been screaming girl group lyrics at the top of their lungs and attempting to do the choreography as they walked. Chan was crying with laugher watching them and the people at they passed stared. Jisung was drunk and sad so he rested his head on Minho’s shoulder and silently cried up at the stars. Your love for me was just another promise you couldn’t keep. Now the love has manifested into repulsion and loathing.”

Weekends were their haven because, regardless of the immense amount of pleading, they still went to different schools.The world is a difficult place. Resentment and anger toward one’s station in life can easily foster hatred. That hatred makes those people into “useful idiots,” to borrow a phrase from economist Ludwig von Mises. These people are blinded by their ideological beliefs, anger, and hatred to be manipulated into pushing an aggressive agenda. I thought you meant what you promised. But guess what? I was wrong. The heartache you’ve given me is my punishment for falling for the wrong person.”