Oneshots | woosang

Yakuza

Yeosang hated his school, he hated those bastards who unfortunately were just like him, students. He hated the smell of death in the corridors, he hated the rats that passed through the mundane garden, but above all he hated his teacher.

That filthy old woman had selected him as the babysitter for a new kid, another psycho bastard, who did that teacher think she was wasting his time? Taking care of a new rat is never good, who knows why he was in this school, nobody in that institution is normal.

"Could you stop biting that fork? It's annoying" Mingi, the only bloody bastard Yeosang had managed to like, thus Yeosang's only friend and ally, "You're too annoying lately."

"Fuck Margaret" the other raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "Aren't there others in this school? Why give that burden to me?

"Simple, because you won't try to intimidate the new one."

"And since when do teachers care if they bully someone, we're in a goddamn place full of murderers and psychopaths" he stabbed his fork into his food, frowned and growled, "Stop laughing at my misery."

"Oh Sangie, you'll be fine, it'll only be a couple of days."

With a snort the blonde got up and walked to where they were waiting for him, the damn room. When he opened the door he was met by the annoying headmaster and a black haired boy, Yeosang coldly glared at the headmaster as he approached them. He explained the basics of how to be a guide for the stranger, the blonde just rolled his eyes and walked out, the other boy after him.

Several students watched with amusement as Yeosang would have a load for a few days, others didn't even look at him, too busy thinking about how to torment or seduce the new one. The blond took him to where the new one was apparently going to stay, in the area of ​​​​rich kids apparently.

"Put your things down quickly, I want to finish this shit once and for all" he leaned against the door frame as he watched the movements of the other, who was looking at the decorations of his roommates, "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen bones?"

"Never those of a tiger and less as room decoration."

Yeosang rolled his eyes and walked out, the new guy quickly joined him and they continued on their way. The blond was already hating this job, the new rat asked many questions and stupid questions, had this boy really killed someone to be there?

"I'm Wooyoung, what's your name?" he said as he looked at the weapons in that room, "We'll be together for a few days, it would be nice to know our names."

"If I tell you, will you stop seeing those things and let me finish this tour?" the other nodded as he turned to look at him, "Yeosang, let's go now, I just have to show you the bathrooms."

"Yeosnag what? What's your last name?" they both walked down the hall side by side, Wooyoung looked at the blond out of the corner of his eye, "I'm Jung Wooyoung, now tell me your last name."

"Are you a Jung? Like those damned who are with the Yakuza?" the other nodded as he giggled, great now she was babysitting a little Yakuza prince, "Damn Margaret..."

"Sorry?"

"I'm Kang, now shut up and follow me."

The rest of the ride went quickly, Wooyoung kept asking but the blonde ignored him on several of those stupid questions. Yeosang had been very surprised by this boy, the first idiotic Yakuza he had ever met, there were more of them here but he couldn't tell if they were more or less stupid.

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"Ehh Yeosang, your rat is here."

"What- this idiot, what does he want now?" Wooyoung was looking at him from the ground, smiling when the blond noticed his presence, "Go away Yakuza!"