Hyunjin's pov:
My first thought was:
"This huge ass jacket is ridiculous, who does he think he'll impress with this?"
Only this idiot could make me think this way in such a situation.
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Since my favorite toy wasn't allowed to school for the day, I simply decided to not go. Which quickly turned out to be a mistake, since I immediately started to die from boredom, stuck in my apartment.
So, I decided to go get some fresh air.
I went to the arcades. Then to a restaurant. Then I went shopping for some useless shit.
Boring, boring, boring.
I understand now this experiment saying humans would rather get hurt than get bored.
Because why the fuck else would a high school boy, knowing full well he was pursued at all time by some mortally dangerous gangsters, would start playing an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with his bodyguards?
It took less than ten minutes for me to get grabbed at the arm by a suspicious guy. Only then did I realize my mistake.
My blood pressure immediately went sky high, I managed to get away from him and started to run through the crowd.
That's the good thing when you're a skinny high schooler, it's easier to slide through the crowd and through the fingers of buff mafia guys.
But my endurance soon started to decline, and I felt my luck run out. Another gangster grabbed me, and I had to loose my jacket to get away.
But just when I thought I was lost, I saw my toy. Right there, seated on the fountain! I ran to him and grabbed his shoulders.
He looked at me. I saw a grimace starting to form, but immediately wither when seing my distress. He looked over my shoulder, and immediately understood.
But suddenly, it hit me:
What could another skinny ass high schooler do to help in such a situation...?
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Steel Heart Young Heart || Hyunsung
FanfictionHan Jisung is the most common boy you can meet in High School, while Hwang Hyunjin, on the contrary, has nothing one could consider "normal" in his life. The only thing the two boys have in common, is that they hate each other. That's it. That's i...
