Kim Jongseob was the kid who was practically invisible, no one paid him much mind ever but with his parents now out of town, somehow, trouble and mishaps are starting to follow
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Friends that Fight together ,Stay Together
He couldn't believe it, he, Kim Jongseob, was willingly fighting someone. He stared at his fist which had some blood on it. He started to freak out, how hard did he punch that dude? He didn't even think he was strong enough to make someone stumble back. He looked up at the person, they were holding their face where the punch landed, some blood trickling down their nose. Because Jongseob was having a mini panic attack about the fact he harmed someone, he wasn't prepared for the straight punch to the gut that hit him.
"Dude, you okay?" Shota asked as he caught him from behind, lessening the full force of the blow.
"... I think?" Jongseob groaned as Shota moved him to the side, seeing a punch coming their way.
"I'm actually surprised you came, you've been ignoring me all day."
"Yeah well... I don't really have an excuse I was a dick." Jongseob shoved the nauseous feeling he had down.
"Can't argue with that." Shota used his leg to trip someone while he grabbed Jongseob and pushed him down to duck.
"Just how many fights do you get into?"
"Stopped counting after twenty." Shota moved Jongseob out of the way, allowing his fist to make contact with one of the guys' face.
It was four against two, which was more like one and a quarter seeing how Jongseob has no idea what he's doing. Shota kept his eyes trained on everyone, pushing the other out of the way when he saw a punch coming towards him, it was swift, calculated, the opposite of what Shota seemed to be.
Jongseob tried his best to contribute, but most of his punches were easily avoided, or felt at most like a feather. He was mentally cursing himself for not being able to do more, but he was also admiring Shota. The blonde boy was quick in his movements despite having to also keep the other out of harms way, anyone seeing this would be in awe, or would assume he had professional training.
"Just give up while you can still walk." Jaeyoung grunted out as he attempted to hit Shota in the side, but instead Jongseob moved in the way and got hit in the face.
"Fuck." Jongseob cursed as the impact caused some blood to drip from his mouth.
"Holy shit are you okay?!" The blonde instantly elbowed Jaeyoung in the nose, causing him to stumble back.
"Never better." Jongseob gave a thumbs up as he smiled, the blood seeping into the cracks of his lips, making it seem like he just feasted on someone's neck.
Shota picked up a handful of gravel from the ground, throwing it at the four adversaries before grabbing his bag that had been tossed to the side, holding onto Jongseob's arm, and booking it. The four shouted at them as they felt the grains enter their eyes, incredibly painful, but the two kept running. Jongseob fumbled a bit, not used to running this much in a single day, but Shota managed to keep him off the ground.
