My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 60

Beomhyun froze.

"Oh? What's wrong Kang? Cat caught your tongue?" Mark taunts the young boy, as if he was trying to make him snap.

'Keep it in Beomhyun-ah, you don't want to lose control.'

"Why this—

"Hyung."

Yeo-jong looks over to see Beomhyun who was giving him a pleading look.

"But Beomie!" he whines, the younger shook his head.

"Mark-sunbae isn't worth your anger hyung." Beomhyun whispers calmly.

Yeo-jong furrows his brows, "Are you sure? I mean I can always call Woosan and Soojun to gang him up and beat him."

The younger male gave him a stern look. "No ones beating up anyone hyung, besides you don't have to call Soojun-hyung and Woosan-hyung. We're just dealing with a child who wants attention, let's just ignore him. He'll stop eventually."

"Are you sure?" Yeo-jong asked, the young brunette gave him a smile and a nod.

"Positive."

Sighing, the older male nodded, "Fine, you can let go of me now."

And Beomhyun did, though a bit slowly since he wasn't very convinced that Yeo-jong wouldn't pounce on Mark when he let's go of him.

Although the now blonde-haired older gave Mark a glare before turning away.

"C'mon Byun, let's go," Yeo-jong announces as they began to walk away.

"Oh so you're just gonna walk away from me Kang?!" Mark bellows, his voice booming throughout the hallway.

"Yah, coward!"

'Don't mind him, just keep on walking.' Beomhyun reminded himself, unconsciously balling his hand into a fist.

"Oh, I see where this is going. You're embarrassed aren't you?"

'Keep walking.'

"That your filthy lowlife of a dad seduced a married man?"

Beomhyun halted.

The young boy slowly looked over his shoulder, eyes now facing Mark.

"What did you say?" his voice was shaky.

Mark scoffed. "What're you deaf or something?"

'Fuck it.'

"Say that again," Beomhyun says through gritted teeth.

"Byun—" Yeo-jong tried to grab the young boy but Beomhyun shrugged Yeo-jong's hands off him.

"Oh, look at you, all fiesty." Mark comments, biting his lower lip.

"Say. It," Beomhyun repeats, voice booming.

Mark smirked, slowly making his way towards Beomhyun. Bending down to reach his level, the raven head utters.

"I said, your dad is—"

The raven male couldn't finish his sentence when Beomhyun punched him on his cheek that made the boy crash onto one of the lockers.

Blood gushing down his lower lip.

Mark got up and wiped his lower lip that was now oozing with blood.

"What the—"

Beomhyun chuckles psychotically, "Oh sorry about that, my hand slipped. Could you say that again? And a bit louder this time." he challenges, walking towards the older male.