K & Br (LS)

Gap & Mail Ch-2

Gap and Mail continued to fight each other although Gap didn't understand himself why he wanted to try punching Mail. Despite the fact that the person he had a fight with was not this person.

"Hey, the police are here," someone shouted causing many people to run in different directions.

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"Such a pussy," Gap cursed as Mail kicked him back and ran away from the police in the opposite direction

"Gap, run first, " a voice shouted. Gap ran away to the back of the mall as he already knew the way to escape. Gap along with his friends quickly jumped out of the fence behind the mall which made the police unable to keep up with them. Gap and his friend Dave ran away through another alley and stopped, panting heavily after making sure the police didn't follow them.

"Hahaha, running away from the police is more tiring than fighting each other," said Buk between his heavy breathing. Gap went to buy water at a shop nearby to drink.

"Wait a moment here. Then Let's go back and get the bike," Gap told his friend before looking down at the side mirror of the motorcycle parked nearby.

"Damn it, my mouth is broken, that bastard punched so badly," Gap grumbled slightly.

"It must have hurt quite a bit," Dave said back. They sat down at the side of the road drinking water and chatting for a while. Gap's other friends, who escaped the other way, called to say that the police had gone. Gap then walked back to fetch his motorcycle and ride home. He hurried up to his bedroom first because he didn't want his father to see the wound on his face.

Mail, who ran away from the police with his group of friends in another direction came back to get his motorcycle when the mall was about to close Because he thought that the enemy group might come to wait and trap them. Mail stopped at a pharmacy to buy ointment for his bruises and rode his bike to sit at his friend's house who lived alone. Therefore, it is a good place for their group to meet as Singh's house is proportionately far from other houses.

"Let me go to the bathroom," Mail told Singh and walked into the bathroom. He took off his shirt and looked in the mirror. He found that his body and abdomen were clearly bruised purple.

"That bastard, his feet are heavy," Mail grumbled alone and started applying medicine before putting on a shirt and walking out to sit with his friends where the group drank and talked about the past.

"The guy who had a fight with Ton and then challenged Mail to a fight with him, his face was horrendous, " Singh said. Mail pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"How was it, Mail? When he punched you?" Mail's friend Yong asked out of curiosity.

"Good foot," Mail replied shortly and continued to smoke.

"let me see him next time. I'm going to smash my feet harder than this. Wait and see. That bastard kick me into the middle of my back," Yong continued to grumble. Mail knew that the story would not end here, after all, the two institutions had been fighting for a long time.

"Who do you think is wrong this time?" Mail suddenly said making his friends turn to look immediately

"What do you mean?" Singh asked curiously.

"Do you think it's us that is wrong or that those bastards are wrong?" Mail asked causing his friends to look at each other without understanding.

"Why do you ask that?" Singh asked. He was able to understand what Mail wanted to convey. But he didn't understand why Mail asked that.

"I just thought Ton's girlfriend is weird, but whatever. I must be thinking too much about it," Mail said his thoughts but dismissed it himself. So the friends continued to sit and talk. Mail slept in a hammock tied between the trees inside Singh's compound which is separated from the place where the rest of the friends sat and talked. Mail kept listening to music on his mobile phone. Until Singh walked in and sat on the grass next to Mail. Mail took off his headphones.