Make Me || O.de

21

"Is Seungmin staying over now instead of Jiseok?", Kijae asks as I close the front door to our house. I shrug my shoulders as I take my shoes off before making my way to the living room.

"It's up to him.", I say as I set my bag on the floor, pointing to the bathroom. "Go get some plasters and I'll replace the ones you have on. I'll also have to take some photos of you to send to mom."

"Yeah, whatever.", Kijae sighs as he sets his bag down beside mine and heads over to the bathroom.
"He's grown up well.", Seungmin smiles as he takes a seat on the sofa. I sigh as I take a seat beside him.

"What happened at his school says otherwise.", I laugh as I then the TV on and open up Spotify, playing some random music from a random playlist of mine. "Heejae's going to flip out once she sees what happened to our dearest brother.", I say in a sarcastic tone.

Kijae then comes trailing in with a box of plasters, taking a seat infront of me on the floor and passing me some gloves to wear.

"Promise me you won't get into anymore fights? Even if people are talking shit about our family?", I say as I put the gloves on. Kijae nods his head as he gives Seungmin a side look and laughing a bit. I frown a bit.  "If Seungmin's telling you to do something else, ignore him or else you won't be seeing him for another four years."

"Whatever..", Kijae snorts out as he lets out a small laugh. He then lets out a whine as I rip a plaster off his forehead, then placing the bloody plaster on his lap.

"Shit..", Seungmin mumbles as he takes a closer look at the cut, "was Beomwoo wearing any rings?".
Kijae nods his head, whincing again as I rip off the rest of his plasters.

"If your going to be in a fight, at least make sure your opponent isn't wearing any rings. Those things hurt like shit.", Seungmin mumbles as he leans back into the sofa, "But otherwise, well done. I saw the bruises and cuts on Beomwoo's face and the black eye you gave him. Proud of you man."

We then hear the front door open.

"Ding dong, Jiseok and Eunmin are here!", Eunmin calls out as she then spots us in the livingroom. Jiseok then comes in and closes the front door.

"Where's Kijae?", Jiseok asks as he takes his shoes off and sets his bag down. I call them over to the living room.

"Holy shit, did he lose a fight?", Eunmin gasps as she rushes over to Kijae, taking a closer look at his face.

"Got suspended for the rest of the week for fighting with some kid.", I sigh as I take my phone out, taking photo's of Kijae's beaten face.

Meanwhile, Jiseok was flabbergasted.

"Suspended? Kijae got suspended?", he shouts out as he jumps over the sofa, sitting on the other side of me and also looks at Kijae's cuts and bruises.
Kijae frowns as Jiseok.

"Why aren't you cool about it like Seungmin is?", he asks, "Seungmin literally fist bumped me for giving the kid a beating and is proud of me for doing so."

"Well, Seungmin's dumb.", Jiseok frowns as he sighs.
Seungmin then lets out a scoff.

"I'm way cooler than you are, Jiseok. There's no doubt in that.", Seungmin smiles. Kijae then laughs as he nods his head, then doing a handshake with Seungmin.

"Hey, how come you have a handshake with Seungmin but not me?", Jiseok frowns as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. "I'm so much cooler than him."

"I've know Seungmin since I was a baby. Minjae and Seungmin have known each other since daycare and he used to always come over here every Wednesdays and Fridays but Saturday nights were always sleepover nights with Seungmin.", Kijae shrugs his shoulda as he unwraps some plasters, passing them over to me to put on his face. I frown as I set my phone down after sending the photos to our mom, then putting the plasters on his cuts.

"Heejae will be home soon.", I mumble as I slightly slap on the plaster to make sure it stays on, "she's going to freak once she sees your fucked-up face."

"Your face is fucked up.", Kijae frowns. I click my tongue as I flick the boy's forehead.

"Don't make me bring you over to Beomwoo's house and have him beat you shitless again."