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"so you thought you could try some shit with my girlfriend?" the tall, raven haired senior - baekseong, he assumed - growled as he landed yet another agonising punch on yangyang's cheek.
the smaller was beaten and bruised. his nose spewed crimson blood, and lots of it while his eyes swelled until he was barely able to see through it. still, he stood indifferent with his hands in his pockets.
liu yangyang didn't participate in petty fights unless he needed to, and he frankly felt no need to defend himself and get in trouble over such false accusations. "are you that insecure about your relationship that you think she'll come running to me?" he cheekily asked while swiftly dodging another attack.
"fucking bastard!" the leader's friend shouted, his voice echoing through the empty courtyard.
class was in session, yet the four boys found themselves standing on the paved footpath of the school's courtyard. the three senior students all wore venomous expressions while yangyang's remained unchanging and bored.
"you think you can get away with all that shit?" the other added, finally growing enough courage to speak out against the well-known troublemaker. "that was his girl you messed with at lunch today."
"and that's my soulmate you're messing with right now. scram!" a slightly higher voice yelled from behind the victim of the physical attack.
"oh, and what will student council president do, tell the teachers?" the centre-piece chuckled before stepping forward to tower over the shorter in order to intimidate the displeased adolescent.
fortunately, ten was a difficult man to scare, and threatening words weren't the way to make him crack. "i might, or i may tell the principal. does a suspension sound okay? oh," he continued, raising his index finger for their attention. "they'll believe me if i warp the story a little bit. maybe prepare for expulsion."
a small smirk found it's way to yangyang's bruised face. the one student who usually had the biggest vendetta with him was standing between his attackers and himself in defense.
"shut up and leave, pretty buy," the tallest of the three grunted, his eyes narrowing as he looked the smaller up and down. "this is between us and him." he tilted his head over to yangyang while he glared at the seemingly unbothered student.
"and the school has put me in charge of assuring that he doesn't get himself into too much trouble. picking fights with students won't benefit your record, so you might as well turn around, go to class and forget about this whole ordeal, hmm?"
at this, baekseong stepped forward. his height towered above ten's while his fists clenched and released that tension again. he was utterly furious. "hey," he whispered, his tone revealing how angry he was. "how about you run off to your student council friends. maybe if all the wimps team up they'll be less pathetic."
