"Aish! Get up dimwit." Kicked to the stomach, Screams were heard. Wait, Oh right... He was forced to fight a student. Breaking down, He had fall on his fours ― Malfunctioning on what's happening, Blood dripping out on his mouth and nose. The guests betting amount of money on who's gonna win, He was kicked again to the stomach realizing he had really fall down to the hardend road. Suddenly, His head got yanked up ― Seeing it was still the guy, who's beating him up. Getting a smack on his face, drawing up blood escaping his mouth again.
"HOBI-!"
"SEOKIE HYUNG!"
"I BET 2,000 WON ON HYU"
"1,800 WON ON HYU!"
His head was spinning, Thinking this might be his last day here on this hellish society. Seeing the blood still dripping down on his mouth and nose, Tears mixing with them, He had already given up. Just like he'd always do, He was a coward nor a pathetic boy to even fight back. He can't take it anymore, He just wants to die in the most torturing way! Suddenly, The sound of bikes (motorcycles) were heard. Hearing the other's chanted a "GOOD DAY, LEADER!"
As the person who beated him up also chanted it, Is this the end of his life? Leader? Who?
"S-Sir- Jeon! N-Nice meeting you!" The male had bowed 90 degrees, The boy who had like a five-five in feet, Looked down on him. No emotions expressed suddenly he just had walked past him. The male gulped thickenly as he was pushed down of someone ― shit.
"Can't believe an asshole like you would still do underground fights." The other male spitted out, Pushing him down on his knees with his one foot. The male was actually taller than the other one that has a jacket, hovered over him, his hand on his pockets. Wait, His jacket... Was in black bold lettering ― 서울전강, Seoul Jeon Gang.. Is it really the leader and the vice-leader coming towards him?!
"Oi Tete! Stop it now, We can't beat up another lame member again are we?" The smaller male said, His head going to the side with a huge smile on his face. The taller male spitted another spit on the person who beated him, He was more destroyed than the other male.
"And i said that do not call me that ever in public." The taller man said, Only receving a giggle from the smaller. They walked towards the boy who was fallen down ―
The smaller crouched down, Placing his index's finger tip on the boy's chin, Shocked on what he saw ― He's so beautiful, Pretty boy.. Mine, No no ours, Wait, What am i even thinking?! Why.. Why is my heart pounding so much?!
The smaller male had realized he was now staring long enough, He cleared his throat. Nervous on what he is going to say next, His heart wouldn't stop beating so much. He gulped once again, As he tried to play off cool.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" The boy head spun, Is it really real? The SeJeon's leader is talking to him, He gulped as he tried connecting words that could possibly come out of his mouth.
"-Hobi... N-No! I me-meant! Jung Hoseok..."
The smaller smiled widely, He removed his finger tip on Hoseok's chin. As he placed his arms on his knees while crouching down, He giggle a bit before he placed his hand back to the pocket ― He suddenly patted the boy's head, Hoseok was literally malfunctioning, Unable to even move.
"Okay! See you later, Hobi."
W-Wait?! The SeJeon's leader is calling him the nickname only his two friends would use.. What's happening?! The leader stood up, Approaching the knocked out that was so called part of his cult, Crouching down again as he whispered. That tone.. It's still creepy to hear.
