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The Meaning of Life #1

      This is my attempt to write my own fanfiction kinda thing. And because I don't wanna make another book, I'll use this one (that already has its readers, description, cover and stuff) as the place where I'm gonna publish this. What exactly is gonna be "The Meaning of Life" you ask? A love story between Jake and Eugene, because I wanna make Eugene the better Y/N. Where did I get the inspiration for the title? Well, from this:

Now without anymore dumb shit here, let's get into it:

  As one of the weaklings, Eugene got used to being a crying punching bag for the people who are strong. It might hurt, but that's the hierarchy and no one can change that. The strong ones hunt the weak ones and none of the victims can do anything to save themselves. Just from his looks it's clear what category he is in. Small stature, stick-like arms, baby face, thick glasses. He's got the look of a nerd, but sadly for him, he's not even that. His grades suck and basically, his school life in general sucks. Sometimes he thinks if life is easier in other middle schools, because in Daehyeon, it's pure chaos under Naksung Fam's reign.

  — Did you do the math homework? asks Eugene's desk mate, a guy who looks as much as a weakling as Eugene himself.

  — Bummer, I forgot! The teacher's gonna kill me, says the brown haired boy panicking.

  He quickly gets out his notebook, but right when he was about to copy the homework from someone else, he gets terrified by the image in front of him. One of Naksung's guys was right in front of him. With a wide grin on his face, looking at Eugene in a way that makes it easy to understand for everyone that shit's about to go down. 

  The small boy gulps and tries to look away in a way that makes it seem like he's not pissing his pants right now. Well, it didn't work, because right after he moved his eyes for just an inch, he found himself with a hand tangled in his hair, pulling it so hard that he fell off his chair. He has to get up quick, because Naksung's guy is willing to even drag Eugene to the place where he wants him to be. What place exactly? The little path between the school itself and the gym. Place full of garbage, bugs, blood and even some teeth that fell from the other unlucky weaklings.

  "Are my teeth gonna fall off too?" he thinks, panicked. And no one can blame him actually, after all, he feels like his scalp is gonna be peeled off by the strong hand that's dragging him to the scary place he's been trying to avoid since the beginning of the year. "Why did he even choose me in the first place? I didn't do anything" another thought crosses Eugene's mind. Of course, he ends up answering to that question almost immediately. It's his looks. The fact that you can sense he's a weakling. That he looks like an easy and fun target and after all, he pretty much is.

  Being dragged there was painful enough, but when he got punched in the gut without even a little warning, he felt like death was a better option. He immediately falls on his knees, touching the dirty ground with his forehead, right on an old bloodstain. He didn't start crying yet, that's a new record.

  Then, he feels the guy's heavy foot stomping on his head hard enough that now there was a new bloodstain on the cement. One from his nose. With teary eyes, he keeps on facing the ground, trying his best not to be too noisy. After all, more noise means more chances of ending up hospitalized, so he keeps it all to himself. All that insufferable pain from his broken nose and his most probably bruised stomach. All those grunts of pain are held in him somehow.

  He hopes that his efforts of keeping quiet are going to help him get away from there with the least amount of damage done to his body as possible. Well, he was wrong, because right when he thought that he was about to be left there to cry, his hair is pulled again in an aggressive way and he's now forced to look into that guy's eyes – though his main focus are definitely his fish like lips. Eugene gulps again and looks the boy in the eyes.

  — Do you think this is funny? Cry, you bastard! yells Naksung's friend as he starts to punch Eugene's face multiple times.

  He knows his cheeks are bruised. He knows it's gonna swell. He knows his tooth is probably gonna end up on the ground as well, but he decides to hold in all that pain again and to just act like he lost consciousness. He falls, hitting his head in the dumpster near him, but still having his eyes lightly closed and a neutral face expression. All this experience he has as a punching bag for guys like him helped Eugene learn how to do some stuff to get out of situations like these and he's pretty proud of that.

  The guy who beat him up looks at him with a disgusted expression before whisperings a "fuck" and leaving from that place. Maybe he can manipulate someone into taking the blame for him, he can't get suspended again.

 

    This was fun to write. It's really short, but some short stuff is better than nothing.