Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Jeongcheol 39

"Hemophobia? You mean fear of blood?"

Seungcheol nodded at Jeonghan's question, and the younger who sat in corner of the infirmary looked at him feeling dazed, "That's- Well, now I understand why he fell unconscious after watching the blood."

Seungcheol, the man who sat beside him on the same place nodded in consideration, "The wound really isn't that deep, you can see it right? I mean nobody can hit you so hard with a wooden stick that you fall unconscious. And on the top of that, Mingyu had told me about it way before, that's why I didn't like him participating in those stupid acts."

He all of sudden scoffed, his voice leased in sarcasm, "But that stupid just forgets it more than often." He looked over Jeonghan, the man who was already looking at him, "Imagine being scared of the shit that flows in your veins but still going around and living like he has two more lives to live?" He sighed, "There will definitely be a day Kim Mingyu will kill himself and we'll not be able to do anything about it cause he is that stupid."

"Shut up Coups." Jeon Wonwoo, the man who sat on the bed, with Mingyu's already bandaged head carefully kept on his lap, the taller's hands gripping tightly on one of the palms of Wonwoo as if even in sleep he was scared Wonwoo would perish, hissed at him like a cat, and that definitely brought a frown on Jeonghan's face.

"Excuse me?" Jeonghan spat the words the very next second, "What did you say?!"

Jeonghan definitely wasn't asking about something that he was unable to hear, infact he was asking it as a question, that meant Jeon Wonwoo had a chance to change his statement, but the taller didn't, "I said him to stop speaking stupid things and shut the fuck up."

Jeonghan was offended, too offended on behalf of Seungcheol.

It was something exciting to watch the way Jeonghan's normal eyes turned into murderous glare towards Wonwoo. He didn't exactly liked Wonwoo from before, that wasn't even a question anyone has to put, and now Wonwoo speaking such shits about his Coups was nothing but blood boiling for Jeonghan.

And riled up angry Jeonghan was Coups's favorite thing to watch.

Jeonghan got up from the seat and Coups found himself following the man through his eyes. The younger had made his way to Wonwoo, and as the taller looked up at him, to see what was wrong, a smack on his head,  obviously given by Jeonghan, followed a whine of pain.

Seungcheol deadass scoffed at that.

As if smacking Wonwoo's head as alone was not enough, Jeonghan even glared at him, "Keep your habit of belittling people to yourself Jeon. And if for real, you badmouthed my Coups again, I'll not think twice before kicking you out from here."

Seungcheol was going to be honest from here, there was nothing, nothing close to as entertaining as watching the 'i am scared' Jeonghan go 'i'll kill you" in splits of second.

And truth to be told, he had liked every ounce of that dominant personality that Jeonghan rarely shows.

But Jeon Wonwoo was different, no one, no one in this whole prison had the audacity to smack Wonwoo's head as nonchalantly as Jeonghan did.

He was definitely pissed about the matter, his eyes flaring in anger, "You-"

Seungcheol on the other hand interrupted in between, even before Wonwoo could loose his control towards Jeonghan, "I am still here Jeon."

And that was enough for Wonwoo to look at Seungcheol, the man who raise his brows at him as if he was asking him to continue the just meddled sentence, and that ended up him sighing in disbelief and frustration.

If it wasn't for Mingyu.

Seungcheol stood up from his place and followed to where Jeonghan stood, right beside Mingyu and Wonwoo, "When do you think he'll open his eyes?"