midnight stories | lee jeno √

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In front of him was a scenario that seemed ripped directly from any high school romance book, besides the fact that the antagonist was doing the wall pushing and the motive behind it was anything but romantic.

Jeonghun held Yuri by the wrist as she struggled, obviously taken off guard by the amount of strength the male had. She had attempted basically all of her taekwondo moves she could think of, but her opponent was an expert. It was as if he could see the future; he blocked everything she threw at him. Her elbows dragged down the brick wall in another futile attempt to dismantle his grip. 

"You're just as weak as you were before" He provoked. The moment the words processed with her, she broke free and gave him a good punch, snapping his head to the side. Everything froze for a second, before Jeonghun chuckled wryly, his facial expression turning cold. He swiped a drop of blood on his lip as he gave her stomach a good kick. She crashed to the ground, unable to fight back out of complete drain of energy.

"Do you know what it's like going to the cemetery?" He sneered, crouching and bringing his face closer to Yuri as she turned her head away, clenching her fist.

"I don't want to know" She said through her teeth. She could feel his sickly breaths against her skin.

He pulled a lighter from his pocket, lighting a cigarette. He brought it to his lips with that annoying nonchalant swing "It's a physical representation of losing yourself. Losing your life, your existence, your identity, everything you've worked for. Just like..." A cloud of tobacco grasped her throat "...that"

Yuri turned her head, coughing from the uncomfortable burning smell of the cigarette. With one swift lift of a hand, she whacked the the cigarette out of his lips. The small stick hit the floor silently, the fragile flame slowly eating the rest of the stick. The cloud let go of her throat, joining the tobacco stick again.

Jeonghun didn't say anything, just continued to crouch there with a light scoff on his lips.

"It's like a fading memory." His eyes slit into her trembling ones. Her fingers curled around the rocks under her flesh, gentle beads of sweat lining her forehead. Her arms clutching the pain that is her stomach.

The boy slowly rose to his feet "Like forgetting yourself: your name, your friends, who you are." He said if such a sickly tone that every annunciation made her shiver. "That's why no one makes it out alive" with that one phrase, Jeonghun's fist came plummeting towards her. Being too distraught over her physical aching and her living trauma in front of her, she couldn't react, besides squeeze her eyes and pray the hospital fees weren't that expensive.

The hit never came.

Another hand held the fist in place, a shadow looming over her.

"Touch her one more time and give it back to you tenfold" He scowled, a low, rusty tone of fury and vengeance.

"Jeno" Jeonghun let out an even bigger scoff this time "Do you see what you're doing right now?"

Jenos chest was heaving in aggressive waves, his eyes turned into an orb of destruction. Like a wolf hunting it's prey, eyes looking to kill and teeth waiting to be stained red.

"I'm doing something I should've done years ago" He threw away Jeonghun's fist. Yuri flickered her eyes up at him.

He knows everything

"I'm your brother, Jeno. Yet you're protecting one of your rag dolls"

This only fuelled Yuris anger, her muscles tensing. She wasn't a doll in anyone's books, especially not her own.

"This isn't about who i'm protecting. It's about basic human morals" Jeno dead panned. Before Jeonghun could respond, Yuri had gotten to her feet and out of pure fury, she sent one punch to Jeonghun's face and one kick to the stomach, sending the male to plummet into the opposing wall with a thin strip of blood falling from his lip.