splinters 一 weak hero.

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hangyeol, the bastard, leapt at me. had the second years ever been taught manners? never mind gender equality - surely no one could be that eager to hit their junior. i flinched as he barrelled past, fist clenched. he turned immediately to throw another punch and i was off, haring down the alleyway to leave the incinerator.

for the briefest moment, i was glad junha had beat me up. i'd decided to wear my p.e. kit as it would have hidden the leftover bruises on my skin. if it weren't for that, i'd probably be flashing everyone with my doraemon underwear under my skirt.

'coward!' hangyeol yelled, spittle flying from his mouth. in the chaos of all the one-on-one fights breaking out, no one really paid any attention.

anyway, i had gotten myself into a pickle. there were two goons guarding the exit - and with hangyeol now advancing down the alleyway, i was completely boxed in.

here, however, is where i tell you a little secret.

my heart was beating rapidly in large, pounding thumps, but it wasn't fear. rather, i was experiencing quite the opposite.

'you fucking bullshitter. you should really learn to shut up if you can't back up your mouth. you only know how to run, you filthy bitch,' hangyeol growled.

the guy on the left charged at me. with hangyeol nearly upon my heels, i only sprinted faster towards the former, fingers curling inwards to form a tight fist.

a thud echoed down the alleyway.

the guy wheezed, eyes wide in shock as he lay on the ground on his back, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. idiot must've bitten his tongue when i flipped him. now knelt beside him, i threw him a peace sign. tears were streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to utter something through that winded chest - a broken whimper was all that made its way to our ears. he scrambled to his feet and fled.

slowly, i drew stood, turning to face the other goon. he had started out of his stupid reverie, and had begun making his way towards me, lumbering forwards a grizzly bear. i darted in, catching one wrist with my left hand and slamming a fist upwards into the base of his jaw with my right. a second resounding thud sounded as he fell, quite literally, like a sack of potatoes. it was rather funny.

hangyeol stared. 'you...'

i let go of the now-unconscious goon's wrist, shaking my hand out. these bastards had bricks for bones. 'say it again,' i grinned, baring my teeth. 'who's a bullshitter? who can't back up their words? say, kang hangyeol, are you even worthy the title of junha's minion?'

he appeared lost for words.

'hey, hangyeol,' i leered, 'would you do me a favour by letting me run away? after all, it's what i do best, isn't it?'

he continued to stare.

'hey, are you going to move or not?'

hangyeol threw a punch, feinting a blow right and throwing one left to close the distance between us. i only engaged in his intentions, knocking away his arm and darting forwards to drive my fist into his gut. hangyeol's eyes widened in shock as he froze for the briefest moment, winded. he was beyond breathless to utter anything.

upon recovering, he retaliated with another fist. i admit, he had good footwork and was agile enough to be considered a worthy opponent. but he wasn't half as strong as baek junha, nor did he fight with a very complex pattern. simply put, he didn't fight well enough, hence why i had his arm now caught in my hand. his fist remained suspended in the air inches from my cheek.

'look, i trust you not to babble your mouth to anyone. if you do tell anyone, i'll know. and i'll make sure you can't speak by smashing your jaw.'

he gritted his teeth, but was unable to budge his hand from mine no matter how hard he tried as i dug in my nails.