[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

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✨✨Fun fact about myself;; I have Pungophobia!!
Pungo the Latin word for stab or puncture. So I have a fear of being stabbed/punctured with anything. Even a pencil sometimes.
This fear also applies to other people, not just myself. ✨✨
~AU👁👄👁

     Jeonghan stumbled back from the sudden blow to his cheek. His hand reached for his face, the burning sensation causing more pain to his lip. Jeonghans hand slowly lowered, revealing the blood printed on his index finger. He lifted his head, with a little tilt. "You little piece of shit."

     With that, Jeonghan stood up staring at Mingyu who had an ugly smirk plastered on his face. Mingyu shuffled his feet into a fighting stance. Mingyu who had been taught martial arts and Jeonghan who wasn't. You shouldn't be wary though. Despite Jeonghan never being taught, he was able to defend himself, better than most people at least.

     Jeonghan covered his face as he ran towards Mingyu, body checking him into the cemented floor. Mingyu collapsed, he was astonished. How was Jeonghan a 5'10 (178cm) guy able to push him, whose 6'2 (187cm). Mingyu tried to stand up, but Jeonghan quickly pushed him back down. He straddled his stomach, punches aiming directly for Mingyus face.

     First punch. Second Punch. Third punch and more. Mingyu laid there like a champ, just collecting the punches to his face. Mingyu finally got the courage to use his legs to kick Jeonghan off. It was now Jeonghan on the floor. Blood dripped from Mingyus eyebrow and nose. He walked towards Jeonghan who was a coughing mess. After all, Mingyus foot connected with his stomach, who wouldn't have trouble breathing? Mingyu lifted his leg and swung it forward for Jeonghans stomach. Jeonghan quickly got the memo and placed his arms in front of his stomach to lessen the pain.

     Jeonghan laughed through his panting as Mingyu watched in disbelief. Was he serious? No! He was crazy! Jeonghan was really fucking crazy. To laugh in a situation like this? You'd have to be out of your damn mind. "Stop fucking laughing."

     "Wow! Look at the big boy!" Jeonghan pointed up at Mingyu who stared down at him. "Still doesn't change the fact, that she doesn't like you."

     Without any hesitation, Mingyu lowered his knees, sending more punches towards Jeonghans face, cuts opening on his cheek, bruising and swelling started to slowly show on both faces. What they didn't know was that people were observing. They were watching in amusement at the sight of two handsome men going at each other. Even their friends were watching, they couldn't tell who they were because of the dark night that sheltered their face.

     "There's people fighting. I'm betting on the orange sweatshirt." Laughed Jun as he quickly grabbed one of his friends and dragged them into the window to watch. Seungkwan laughed and pretended to make fist, punching the air.

     "What about me? I can win—"

     "In your dreams, diva boo." Jun laughed pushing his head in the opposite direction. They continued to laugh and make 'Oo' sounds when someone got dealt a hard punch. They door clicking was evident to everyone's ears. Both Jun and Seungkwan held there hand up waving, but never taking their eyes off the people on the ground who kept hitting each other back and forth. "Why do you think they're fighting?"

     "What are you guys doing? Whose fighting?" Seungcheol asked, taking off his jacket. He placed it on the couch and motioned for the person behind him to follow inside. Joshua did the same. Walking towards the window to watch what the Dongsaengs were laughing at. Joshua didn't find it funny. Not in the slightest. Maybe because he knew exactly who both were just by both of their clothing. He seen them both today, Jeonghan and Mingyu I mean. Wearing everything identical.

     Joshua turned towards Seungcheol. His expression darkened. Joshua knew, somehow Seungcheol somehow knew that was them as well. It's hard to identify them by face because their apartment complex is higher above ground, but Seungcheol just had a feeling. He slapped Joshua's chest, grabbing his jacket and pulling it over his sleeves. "Joshua, go get Wonwoo, then meet me outside."

     Joshua could only nod, the expression Seungcheol had was scary... not just scary, the scariest. It looked as if he was about to go murder someone,
     —with his own hands. Joshua left and went into Wonwoos room, shaking the sleeping corpse. Finally the apartment door shut, leaving the two by the window confused. Not caring anymore, they turned back towards the window watching the two fight.

     Jeonghan and Mingyu were both on the ground, getting back to their feet's punching each other once again. Mingyu pushed Jeonghan back down, his hand gripping the collar of Jeonghans shirt. He raised his fist, wanting to just drive his knuckles into the bone of Jeonghans jaw. He hesitated at first, but when Jeonghan started to smirk, that's when he snapped once again. They were both lost in the momentum to even notice the angry shadow approaching from right in front of them. Before Mingyu could land his punch, the angry voice started to yell. "For fucks sake, did you both not fucking hear me?!"

     With that being shouted, a person approached the both of them, a punch flying at Mingyu, foot being placed on Jeonghans chest. It looked like an angry father separating his two children away from each other. This father was pissed. Having to return home, to find his children brawling. It made him over the edge. "Oh, nice one—"

     "Shut the fuck up, Jeonghan." Seungcheol pointed and Jeonghan, his foot pressing harder into his chest. Jeonghan raised his hands in defeat against his hyung. More shuffling was heard, knowing already what it was Seungcheol pointed at Mingyu, eyes darting at him next. "Stay down, Mingyu. Don't try to bust up to me because your adrenaline is rushing. I'll put you down real fucking quick, understand me?"

     Two minutes later, three panting boys approached them, Vernon seen everything through his window and decided he'd come to help them, he thought, more hands the better. "How in the hell did you run down those flights of stairs so quickly?" Joshua panting places his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. He stood up, placing his hands on his knees, tapping Wonwoos chest, pointing at the two boys.

     "So... this is what you meant by something big happened? " Wonwoo gazed at the two boys on the ground and the elder who was strangling both of them. All three of them had strong auras... but when the king arrived, they both slowly started to disintegrate. Seungcheol, the deadliest and toughest out of all of them. They all knew that, and they weren't going to try and prove that either.

     Seungcheol pointed at Joshua and Vernon then at the other two. "Take them inside and clean them up please." Seungcheol paused as he glanced between the two boys who were death staring at each other. His voice darkened, making the two beaten boys look away. "Separately."

     Seungcheol held his forehead watching the four boys head in separate directions. This was a massive headache for him. He wasn't even fighting, but his adrenaline was now high. His heart was pounding, staring at the blood drops that stained the cement. "What's going on with those two?"

     "...I think I know." Wonwo hesitatly opened his mouth to speak. Seungcheol shot his head up staring at him. Wonwoo just sighed and looked up at the apartment complex. "It's Y/N. She's the source of their problem."

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     As Mingyu and Joshua walked through the door, both Jun and Seungkwan turned around to wave at them, but to their surprise saw a beaten up Mingyu. Seungkwan couldn't help but laugh a little by the look of defeat and anger on Mingyus face. "Damn, who beat you—"

     He stopped when Joshua turned around with leering look to his face. Seungkwan gulped and looked back at Jun, who also held his breath. Joshua motioned for Mingyu to enter his room, attending his rooms.

     Five minutes later, the door opened once again. First one leading inside was Vernon, and then, what made their mouths hang open. The orange sweatshirt guy, aka; Yoon. Jeonghan.

     Jun and Seungkwan stared at each other not saying anything. Just watching each other everything in their mind clicking.

     "Holy shi—"